Around Here

I dreamt last night I practiced in a swimsuit. An ill fitting one-piece with a low, low cut front and faded blousy flowers. I was in a class that took place in a supermarket, a steaming hot fruit and veges section to be exact, yet I seemed to be the only person dressed for the heat. Which left me the only person trying to keep it decent while moving between asanas at a fast rate. (The dream teacher didn’t put much emphasis on the breath.) It was a classic, thoroughly underdressed scenario, the stuff of arriving at school naked or getting to work and finding yourself still in your pjs. This was disturbing for many reasons, the main one being that not even in my dreams have I nailed swimsuit shopping.

That’s how it’s been around here; busy full, even during the night. The days have been busy full of daydreams and hard work and my real practice. Fully clothed.

I am craving the warmth of the studio. Easy to do in the middle of winter when you can conveniently forget the eleventy billion degrees of summer, but necessary when you’re getting on your mat at 6.30am.

I am practicing with a bung knee that made itself known with a hideous popping sound and won’t bend. This calls for some self-healing via Dr. Google and the more typical wait and see approach. This translates to doing nothing and then cursing the time taken to get it sorted by professional types.

Best part of having an injury? The resulting introspective practice it enforces. I find pulling back and focusing solely on my breath, feeling my way carefully into each pose rather than going where I’ve been before, brings a sense of newness to my class. I love it actually and have embraced this approach, prepared to take my time back to full postures.  

Let’s take a moment to celebrate my maturity.

Also, lists. Let’s take another moment to wonder at the way yoga has infiltrated my lists over the last few weeks. I am the queen of lists, I make lists about lists. Sometimes I write lists of things I’ve already done purely so I can cross them off the list. The satisfaction is the same. Sublime.

But lists that are filled with the mundane are heavily skewed towards to-do yoga. For me, for the website, all random words scribbled down and mostly accompanied by explanation marks. Because yoga! It’s urgent AND list worthy.

Anyway, all this to say that around here has involved a lot of thinking and decision-making and job sorting and within those perimeters everything happens and carries on and I’m trying to keep up and sometimes it’s wonderful and sometimes it’s a complete disaster.

And throughout it all my yoga waxes and wanes, peaks and dips, yet still manages to infiltrate my dreams. Bliss.

 – Jane

So what’s going on with you? Do you practice differently with an injury? Are you a knee doctor? (Call me.)

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