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Muscle Man is kicking my butt. Or, I guess more accurately, intermediate through pincha mayurasana is kicking my butt. Or, to be even more precise, kapotasana, eka pada sirsasana and dwi pada sirsasana are kicking my butt.

And then he threw in three assisted tics this morning.

Waaaaah!

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Nah, it’s okay. It’s certainly strenuous. And I feel my sacrum shifting around (on the move). A little weird, but not as frightening as when I first started this particular sequence.

This morning’s dwi pada assist went particularly well, but then he backed off a bit and said, “I don’t want to push it much more. I know what I’m feeling when I get assisted, and I know how to work with it…” I immediately interrupted to say I’m still not quite sure what’s going on with the pose, so I appreciate his concern and the fact that he’s not going to try to push me too far.

I am in this for inquiry and incremental change. Not to be forced into anything. Though, goodness knows, I suppose that would seem like hair-splitting to any civilians who witnessed the Mysore room. I’m sure it all looks like forcing.

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The energy thing is pretty trippy. I get huge surges of very strong energy, and it’s funny because I don’t quite know how to surf it or channel it or anything. The other day, I felt like I had an ongoing energy leak — the image in my head was of a sun just radiating all of its energy straight out. Other days, it feels very focused and intense. I feel quite cheerful and kind of… I don’t know, transparent, I guess would be the word for it.

But man, am I crashing at night. And vivid dreams.

This is a very interesting exercise.