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Interesting to read other blogs — lots of people talking about the pep talks they give themselves for backbending: “this is easy,” “I’m bendy and open.”

I did visualization, instead of a pep talk today. Imagined my bones were like bird bones — light, honeycombed, full of space. Damned if it didn’t work.

My traps, after last month’s last ditch, painful effort to contract until my head got pulled entirely into my shoulders (it was quite reminiscent of the non-stop, horrible collarbone ache of learning supta kurmasana), have apparently given up. I have an astonishing amount of mobility through the trap area — I don’t think my traps have EVER been this loose.

And the thoracic spine is opening up marvelously. I imagined the opening to be something that would happen more in my back, but it really is much more about expansiveness through the whole thoracic cavity — an expansiveness and articulation that feels INCREDIBLY good, and also just electric with energy. I always oversimplify, in my imaginings. I thought it would be a crack and then there would be more bend in my spine bending back. Nada: it’s the whole ribcage, as if my ribs have been disengaged from the overlying muscle and skin. As if now my ribcage is bigger than my body.

Okay, yeah, I have a strong imagination. Don’t judge me.

I like how these thinds are never the way I imagine they’ll be.

On the down side, my right wrist is acting up. I never think about my wrists at all, so this is a surprise. (Though, obviously, it shouldn’t be, since I never think about my wrists…) I hopped on ezBoard before practice and took away the suggestion to put the weight into the L of the index finger and thumb, and that helped immensely. My wrist cracked a few times and actually felt much better for it.

The Cop, in the meantime, had a mouth-breathing practice. Allergies, perhaps. I tried to figure out how one can breathe through the mouth “properly” (in other words, in a way that regulates the breath), but didn’t come up with much. If anyone has suggestions, let me know. He is often too stuffed up to breathe through his nose, and yes, he netis.

Up late last night because My Gift called, upset with trying to figure out bank statements and financial info. Sat up working through all of her data. She has never had to manage her own money, and has never been very diligent about keeping track of accounts, etc. We’ll talk later on today and figure out a budget, etc. Poor kid, she felt bad for having to ask for help. But how else would she learn?

Okay, off to look for some Prana shorts for The Cop. He’s now officially a yogi.