Archive for August, 2009

More Swenson, Visiting friends, Shoulders, Assists

Whisper, whisper, whisper. As soon as I got over to my corner of the Mysore room, MM came over to say good morning. I asked him about Mysore practice with David Swenson, which he attended yesterday (I did not — Sunday is Make Breakfast for The Cop Day at my house, and I didn’t want to miss it).

MM said the practice was good. Then we discussed the pasasana assist and the kapo assist I got. I asked him if he got an assist on those two poses, and he said yes. Woohoo! Now we can do them ourselves.

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Suzie Columbus! I saw you over in the other corner! Mysore practice is funny, ’cause it can be impossible to talk to someone if they’re working on something when you have a moment to say a word, and then you’re working on something when they have a moment. And then it’s ships passing in the night.

It is SO nice, though, to see familiar faces in the Mysore room. The Archangel was present today, on a visit from… oh, gosh, I can’t remember where he’s located these days. Have to ask again. He was in Singapore for a while there, but is now back in the states somewhere. Anyhow, it was lovely to see him, too.

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Candy cane and shoulders. Okay, so working the candy cane bend (thoracic) these days, and trying to get a grip on my shoulder situation. Yesterday when I woke up, after the super-Swenson adjustment in kapotasana, I felt really tight in my shoulders and traps. I recognize that I push stress into my shoulders and traps. Just need to figure out how to disperse that energy.

To that end, I thought about Erich Schiffmann and his shoulder sequence. And then I looked for the sequence online. Because I wanted to *hear* it. ES has a terrific voice, and I love listening to him. I guess he sounds kinda stoner hippie (“Dude!” “Sweet!), but underneath it I hear something else. And whatever it is makes my shoulders relax.

So I tracked down a video that includes the shoulder stretches, converted it to an iPhone compatible format, and edited the original 90 minutes down to 15 (just the shoulder stretches, thank you!). And now I have a strap here on my desk at work, and I can do a lunchtime shoulder stretch.

Yesterday, I did the sequence a good 4 or 5 times over the course of the day. It felt great because I was sore. But I need to integrate it more routinely. As is apparent to you all, I love routine and schedules. So why is it tough for me to schedule shoulder stuff? Not sure. I have resistance. Also resistance to the heart-opening stuff. It’s great in theory, to open up the heart, but part of me resists. I guess I am attached to the numb/closed spots for one reason or another. And no doubt there are reasons. Just not ones I am privy to.

ES says things like “Pause here. Get used to this feeling.” Huh? Sit still and feel something? Something I don’t like? Something uncomfortable? Nada! I MOVE or else I sit down and access the void. Those are our choices. :-)

Nah. Time to suck it up and get used to the open shoulders/chest feeling. Even if it makes me kinda anxious.

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Pasasana assist with MM this morning: Yay! We both thought David S’s assist rocked, we both experienced it, we discussed it first thing this morning, and sure enough, MM used his arm to twine through mine to stabilize the wrapping arm, then gave a good upward twist. Twisty twist twist! Nice.

After the adjustment, he paused and looked at me. “”Swensonesque!” I pronounced. He grinned and moved on.

Kapo rolled around when he was busy (I think 14 people went through the room this morning! Great attendance!), so I did cat paw dropbacks a few times before he came over. Concentrated HARD on keeping my thighs perpendicular to the floor. Wondered how all of my shoulder stretching of yesterday would impact today’s kapo. Usually I do a few prep poses to crack open my shoulders, but today I decided to just go for it.

And to great results. MM, having seen and experienced the Swenson adjust, concentrated on helping me stay up high in my legs. When I finally went over, he easily brought my hands to the balls of my feet. Nice. No smooshed head under a collapsed triangle. What a great way to start the week. :-)

 

Mysore practice with David Swenson

Had an email from the studio where David Swenson held his workshop. He agreed to do Mysore classes this weekend. So off I went at 5:30 this morning, driving down to an impromptu Mysore practice with the guy who wrote the book.

I didn’t think about it too much ’til I got there. I figured it’d be a packed room. But no, The British Director was there. And me. And a guy who comes to MM’s led class. Uh oh, no way to be in the back row if there’s only one row! Over the next few minutes a few more people showed up, including Muscle Man and The Poetess. In the end, there were 8 of us.

It’s always kind of nerve-wracking, practicing in a new space, and especially with a Big Gun teacher. I was aware that everyone else in the room felt exactly like me. But once we got rolling, everything was just fine.

David Swenson is exactly the way people describe him: approachable, humorous, friendly. Also a very good classroom manager. He makes it apparent that he’s running the show, but without any heavy-handedness. Seems like a really nice guy. I know this is what everyone says, so I guess I’m just chiming in to voice my agreement.

I started off with primary, kind of wondering in the back of my mind if I’d do any intermediate poses. Once I rolled around to setu bandhasana, I figured I might as well go for it. Got an assist in pasasana. A SUPER assist. I need to try it on someone at the shala to see if I actually understand what was going on, but the best part was that DS twined his arm through mine in a way that made the arm around my knee totally stable so it couldn’t slip off. Then he pushed his knee into my back and used his other arm to PUUUULLL me up out of my lower back and twist at the same time. Total rock star adjustment. As I was drishti-ing off to the back of the room, I caught MM’s eye and grinned and kind of nodded toward DS, as if to say “Check THIS out.”

Okay, so he made a few little adjustments here and there — hand or foot alignment kinds of things, but the pasasana assist was a big one. As I was proceeding through the intermediate poses, the real question in my mind was whether I’d knock off after laghu vajrasana, or go for kapotasana. DS told us at the start of practice to let him know if we wanted help with anything, so once I finished up laghu vajrasana, I caught his eye & he came over.

“Kapotasana,” I said. “This is where things really go to hell for me.”

“I’m ready to help,” he said.

And boy, did he. First he told me to move my prayer hands up from my chest to my chin, then told me to take a few breaths to go back. He stabilized me with my thighs VERY straight, then grabbed my hands as I went over and brought them to the balls of my feet. The weird thing was that it didn’t feel very difficult at ALL.

What’s happening lately, I think, is that I am not keeping my thighs perpendicular to the floor. So when I go back, it makes a long, low arch (Figure 1). and then I end up smooshing my head, neck and upper back when I try to squeeze in closer to my feet (Figure 2).

Legs perpendicular makes a more even arch and pushes the stress into the sternum instead of the shoulders/traps (Figure 3). And then it all ends up nice and comfy (Figure 4).

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I want to talk to MM about this on Monday. And I am thinking that THE BOBCAT (whatever it may turn out to be) needs to focus on keeping my legs perpendicular on the kapo drop. I guess it makes sense that THE BOBCAT would do this — it can leverage the action of Patrick’s cat-paw hangbacks, but with the wild animal danger of… well, I’m not sure what the surprise of this prop invention is, yet. But it’s gotta be a way to do more of Figures 3 & 4. ‘Cause that felt really good.

 

Candy cane! Half handstands! Bobcat!

Home practice Thursday! Official day of okay-to-do-strange-things-in-your-practice (per Matthew Sweeney!). I did half primary, then a bunch of weirdo backbend stuff. Including a supported viparita dandasana on my Iyengar chair. Lax talked about doing VD (giggle) for time, so I set my watch for 5 minutes and lay back — toes on the wall and arms stretched out straight. Minute 1: I wonder if the tips of my toes are supposed to fit into the corner where wall meets floor, or if my toes are supposed to curl up the wall? Minute 2: Why aren’t my arms straight? Why can’t I lift them over my head & keep them straight? When I was in virabhadrasana A, David Swenson unlaced my fingers, pushed my upper arms closer to my head and internally rotated my forearms — Gah! I wish I could lift my arms over my head! Minute 3: Wow, my hands are on the floor. Go, gravity! Minute 4.5: Crap, I’m not gonna like sitting up when this is done.

Owie! Sitting up after that 5 minute stretch was NOT fun. But it did remind me that I have to pay attention to the candy cane! I was all focused on it for a while there, then forgot about it. I can’t keep up with all the things I have to pay attention to…

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Half handstands. First I did a bunch of so-called “shakti kicks” near the wall. Fine. Caught some air on a few and didn’t freak myself out too much. I do not trust my arms because 1) they won’t straighten properly & embarrass me in front of David Swenson, and 2) they are attached to my shoulders, which are notoriously untrustworthy.

Anyhow, the kicks worked out okay. Then I did some less-momentumful presses. (Note: I did not say NO momentum. Just less.) Those worked out okay, too, though they were much lower. Still, I managed to balance on my corneas a couple of times, and that was totally fun. Then I put my hands close to my feet to press up (as MM instructed yesterday) and got, well, nowhere. I need to just practice this and get used to it. Then I can figure out next steps.

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We have a bobcat in the neighborhood. The Cop told me about a sighting he had, then called me into the livingroom yesterday morning so I could see the back end of the cat as it hopped off our wall into the neighbors’ yard. I brought The Cop a camera, and he stood on the Buddha birdfeeder to get a few pictures of the bobcat drinking out of the neighbors’ pool.

I was teleworking, and as I sat at my desk by the window, I watched the cat pass back and forth across our front yard numerous times as he went about his business. Once he walked past with a bird in his mouth. I don’t mind having him around, except I’m afraid he could actually hurt Maxine, who is very delicate with arthritis at this point, and I know that Waylon would not understand that a bobcat is not a good thing to try to make friends with.

We had dramatic thunderstorms last night, so I’m hoping maybe the cat decided to head back to the mountains. Now that I write that, I realize those two things have nothing whatsoever to do with each other. Nevertheless, I hope he’s decided to go elsewhere. I’ve been afraid to let the dogs go outside without me, and I’ve been bringing a trowel with me when I go out to watch over them, and it all seems very inconvenient and vaguely ridiculous. The Cop suggested the stun gun last night, but I’m pretty sure I can hit with a trowel and not at all sure I can shoot with a stun gun.

 

Obedience, Chop-chop, Say what?!?!

Tuesday night is obedience class for Waylon. He’s doing well — sit, down, stay, come. All the classics. As per usual, the funny part is his antics while the teacher is talking and everyone — humans and dogs — stands around listening.

I wrote “humans and dogs,” but what I really like to think about as I stand there is the interaction between primates and canines. It’s utterly hilarious from that point of view. I think of all of us humans as chimps, or maybe as Koko the gorilla, and it’s so funny that we have these canines on strings, who we pick up and hold (if they’re small, like Ruby, the tiny, nervous Papillon), or shake their hands, or snuggle with, or try to make listen to us.

As I mentioned before, the classroom floor is polished concrete, so you can always see all of Waylon’s drool puddles. Here at the house, the tiles have a matt finish, so you don’t see the drool as clearly. What I’m discovering in class is that damn! he drools a LOT. And then he walks through the puddles and leaves foot prints. This would be gross, except he has the sweetest breath ever. Uh, maybe my outlandish love for him makes me biased?

Anyhow, old drooly lies around while the teacher talks & the other canines sit or fidget. He does his Army crawl when he sees something he wants to get closer to (e.g., sexy girl dogs). And last night, he discovered something new. He was lying there, then rolled over on his back, inviting me to rub his belly, which I did. Then he rolled the rest of the way over. Whoa! That made him closer to the teacher (who he loves). I could see the gears in his head turning. Sure enough, he rolled over again. Closer still! I gave his leash some slack, ’cause I wanted to see how far he’d take this. He executed four barrel rolls, leaving a little puddle at each stop. All of the primates people thought this behavior was hilarious.

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Okay, I’ve been really struggling with my hair. I got it cut, then tried to grow it out, but finally gave up and chopped it off again yesterday. For Mysore practice, I’d been sporting absurd little pigtails that I kept moving around my head each day. Surely there was an optimal placement that would keep them out of the way during leg-behind-the-head poses? But no, apparently I rub my calf against the entire surface of my head when I do these poses. No place to put a pony- or pigtail.

Plus, I have to transition from post-yoga mess to corporate-acceptable before I head to the office, and the bedraggled just-washed mid-length hair wasn’t cutting it. So now it’s gone.

Only down side to all of this is my post-yoga ‘fro. Not my best look.

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Did half-primary to pincha mayurasana today. Very nice. After utkatasana, though, as I was going into the bakasana transition, MM came over and stopped me.

“Instead of bakasana, just put your hands down, then lift up and press your feet up toward your butt,” he said.

In other words, just lift up to half handstand and then press back to chaturanga. Okay, no problem. Hey, would you mind turning off the gravity?

I mean, seriously?!

:-)

I do have to learn how to do this. I’m pretty sure part of my problem with it (aside from the earth’s gravitational field) is my disinclination to lean forward so that my shoulders are out past my hands. It just really feels scary and unstable to me.

If anyone out there has any words of wisdom on this, I’d be happy to hear.

 

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Oh yes, pasasana feels greaaaaat after marichy D. I did a nice little home practice of half primary, then to kapotasana, then a bunch of dropbacks on the cheese wedge. MM is having me practice dropbacks with my arms down and rolling to the sides on the drop. Reminds me to pull the arch into the upper back and shoulders.

He keeps backing away when I do dropbacks, and I keep saying, “Please at least put one hand behind me.” Not that that really makes a difference. I have to suck it up and deal with the fear. Sigh.

Nothing to report, really, except it felt good to stretch out my hips and that the half primary made the backbends of second feel VERY soft and easy. None of that arrrrgh feeling that sometimes happens in the down dog after parsva dhanurasana.

Tomorrow at the shala, half primary then wherever I get to in intermediate. Wednesdays are nice ’cause I telework, which means I don’t have to run off to prepare for the office.

And in other good news, my quick practice this morning meant Waylon got a nice little walk.

 

Tradition, Free pose

MM squats down next to me after kapotasana. “What do you think about half-primary before second?”

:-) He was listening during the Swenson session. DS said multiple times (I think this is the concept he returned to most frequently) that the way to learn second is to add poses to primary.

This turn of events totally cracks me up, because when MM first told me to just do intermediate all the time, I was very perplexed and kind of reluctant. Not traditional! Not traditional! LOL!

But now that I’ve gone through the experience of capitulating to his whims trusting him, and practiced just second for 10 weeks, I am interested in seeing what it feels like to put half-primary in there. Instead of it being a head game about “tradition” and “not-tradition,” or between “listening to the teacher” or “not-listening to the teacher,” it can be an experiment. I can just try it and see how it feels.

Yes, there is a little voice inside me that says, “Hot damn! Now I can dispense with the second half of second and really learn the FIRST half — maybe even cut back and learn them over time, pose by pose!”

But instead of buttoning down a decision about this, I am simply going to try out MM’s suggestion and see how it feels.

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Vatayanasana. Yes, I think it’s a free pose for me. My heel has always touched my knee, and I made sure to turn the down foot way out this morning. Yes, that’s harder than when the foot is facing forward, but not enough to make me lose it.

I am still trying to sort out the vinyasa between sides: one source says go through the one-legged vinyasa with the right foot folded, then switch to left foot half-lotus, jump up and go into second side. Another says to do the one-legged vinyasa with right half-lotus, then switch to left half-lotus and do another vinyasa, and THEN jump up and into second side.

I’d be happy to hear what other people have been taught.

 

Swenson session

David Swenson session. He’s doing a two day workshop this weekend, followed by a week of teacher training. I just went for one session this morning, “Intro to 2nd.” I can’t leave poor Waylon in a crate while I spend days in workshops! Luckily, there was an option to purchase individual sessions.

Why did I feel nervous this morning? As I was having my coffee and then preparing to go, I realized I was feeling pretty anxious. Huh?! One morning session? With David Swenson, the most humorous and laidback of the Ashtanga elite? Why in the world would I be feeling nervous? At first I thought it was just the same thing as when I bring my practice on the road – when I visit other shalas. There’s always some nervousness involved, like going to the first day of school. What gets me to push past that is the opportunity to meet or visit with fellow cybershalamates. And I’ve never regretted any of those on-the-road visits.

As I drove down to the studio, I realized that part of the issue was the fact that this was a session about intermediate. I still feel some residue of intermediate imposter syndrome. Yes, that’s it! Whether appropriate or not, I am still feeling insecure about my non-traditional roots.

Okay, I set that aside and headed into the studio. Nice place – newly opened. Lots of familiar faces, including Muscle Man and The Poetess. The place was pretty jammed. I practiced next to MM, with about 2 inches of space between our mats. He’s doing the whole weekend.

“Yoga snob!” he said when he saw me, “Just coming for the intermediate stuff!”

“I have a teacher who won’t let me do anything BUT second!” I countered.

David Swenson is exactly as advertised: humorous, friendly, open. He talked for about an hour and fielded questions.

He talked a bit about how the system has changed over the years – small details in poses and vinyasas, etc. He didn’t seem too concerned one way or another – he said just go about your business, and when you’re in a room where the teacher teaches another way, do that. Simple.

He also talked a bit about Guruji, and specifically about Guruji’s relationship with Krishnamacharya. He told a couple of stories to illustrate how mean and unrelenting Krishnamacharya could be, and how his students obediently did whatever he commanded. He told these stories matter-of-factly – he didn’t seem critical of these facts, nor was he impressed by them. I had the sense that he was just telling the facts of the tradition, sans retrospective judgment. He seemed to assume we’d all recognize that there were cultural and historical factors attached to these belief systems – factors we may or may not be familiar with, and may or may not be able to understand.

He also said, “The whole guru thing is pretty much dead.” Interestingly, he seemed to be implying that it died with Krishnamacharya’s generation, and that whatever was left of it for Jois’ and Iyengar’s generation was a pretty weak, and ever diminishing, residue.

He made it clear that primary is the base for intermediate (which kind of surprised me, because his book suggests people try second once they memorize the primary sequence). He talked about adding poses on to primary, and how that was useful because the strength-building aspects of primary are important. He did mention that they used to do all of primary and then all of second in one go, back in the day, but that that kind of practice was set aside when lots of students started arriving. The logistics of trying to account for hundreds of students practicing for that long every day – it just wasn’t feasible. He also suggested it was just too darn long for people who had “real life” responsibilities.

Nevertheless, he came back to it several times: the way to learn second is to start adding poses to primary. Especially the first third of the sequence (the backbends), because that’s the way to start opening up the chest.

His message, in relation to criticism of the Ashtanga system, was: Do your practice. Everyone gets to make their own decisions. Anyone who makes a big deal about harping on the system is simply revealing their own insecurity. If Ashtanga doesn’t suit, do something else.

And with that, we practiced.

Just a plain old normal standing, except we did all of it (instead of stopping after parsvottanasana). Then he said we’d do “old school” pasasana, meaning twisting to the right first, instead of the left. I was surprised at how open and easy it felt, then realized it was almost 10 AM. Yeah, practice at 10 is bendier than practice at 6. Bonus!

We went along without any fanfare ‘til we got to ustrasana, laghu vajrasana and kapotasana. Pretty much the usual dealios in terms of tips for these poses. He showed the old school laghu vajrasana (hands clasping knees) and had us try that, then the new version (straight arms, hands on ankles). Pointed out that either one is really hard.

We did supta vajrasana in pairs. Then bakasana A and B. A good tip for jumping into B: keep your head at the same height throughout the jump. People don’t want to smash their faces, so tend to lift up their heads for the landing, but that just makes the hips fall. He told a story about his wife practicing with Saraswati, who wore a housecoat to teach. Shelley would jump forward for bakasana B and her head would meet the wall of fabric. Knowing that it was there gave a sense of security, and also a “stopping place.” Apparently this helped her learn to jump into bakasana quickly. I immediately thought about getting a joke “bakasana B apron” for MM.

Here’s the illustrative story Swenson told to think about the jump. Okay, so you’re in your pre-jump-forward crouch. Imagine a wall in front of you with a hole cut into it at head level (meaning the level where your head is when you’re in the crouch). Jump forward and aim your head to go through that hole (i.e., keep it at the same level throughout the jump). Do NOT lift your head (and when he demoed it for us, he did not even lift his face – he looked down at the floor through the whole jump and catch).

We tried this a few times, and I managed to land it twice. I was happy, too, because I haven’t been able to land it since that one time I surprised myself at the shala.

Next: bharadvajasana and ardha matsyendrasana, followed by LBH poses. Set up for the LBHs included compass pose, then pulling the arch to put it on the forehead, then using the arch to “comb your hair” (up and back over the head). Eka pada sirsasana. A little work on the vinyasas in and out of eka pada. We skipped dwi pada and went to yoga nidrasana. I was kinda wondering how these LBH poses would go without my usual pigeon prep-poses, but they were just fine. In fact, yoga nidrasana was better than usual.

At LBH, a good number of people switched into observation mode. I was reminded of how people get “tapped out” of intermediate led classes. It was interesting to look up and see people sitting around watching.

Tittibhasanas. The people who were observing giggled a good bit during this sequence. It does look pretty silly. I decided to do C & D, since I was feeling good, and there were no repercussions, shoulder-wise. It’s interesting how being in a new environment can have an analgesic effect.

Okay, so on to pincha mayurasana. (For Patrick and Grimmly, who I know were watching DS’s hands in that clip that included pincha mayurasana and karandavasana: DS mentioned that the forearms are supposed to be parallel, but that his shift in. Suggested the thumb touch as a good solution. JAZZ HANDS!) For this section of practice, he told the story he tells in the clip that’s been making the rounds on FaceBook

We pinchaed with partners. I worked with MM. This entailed me watching him do it, then him standing in front of me so I wouldn’t be afraid of falling over onto the person in front of me.

We skipped karandavasana and went on to mayurasana. DS showed us the vinyasa, then had us build mayurasana from the floor. Crouch down over reversed hands, and “regardless of gender, make cleavage” with the arms (seriously, he said that), then put head on floor. Straighten legs and engage ‘em. Lift head first, then legs. (Realized I have a “superstition” that I can’t do this pose unless I do the vinyasa before it.)

I got a nice 5 breath mayurasana out of the deal, which rocked. While MM floated there effortlessly. Show off. ;-) (Vinyasa supersition disproved, but I think it’ll be back tomorrow.)

Nakrasana. DS demoed, and it was dramatic because he was up on a riser that reverberated loudly. MM assisted me on nakrasana, then went and did it himself while I gave it a go on my own. Four forwards, no backwards. (Discovered that same vinyasa superstition applies to nakrasana.)

He skipped vatayanasana! Sadness! I wonder why he did that? It’s one of the easy poses, certainly easier than nakrasana! Oh well.

On to parighasana, then gomukhasana, then a skip over supta urdhva pada vajrasana and the headstands.

Wrapped up with yoga mudra, padmasana, and uth pluthi.

Savasana!

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A nice session. When it was over and I was rolling up my mat, I felt very grateful. For MM, who pushed me to do intermediate and only intermediate day after day (and he pays for it by having to assist me every day). Also grateful for the cybershala. There was not a lot said in the session that hasn’t been discussed and/or described in blogs or on the FaceBook pages of all y’all. We really do share a wealth of information.

I was also happy to also note that my intermediate imposter syndrome is now officially unnecessary. My intermediate practice is exactly what you’d expect of someone who does it five days a week, and yes, it’s good enough to take out in public.

I suppose there are any number of ways I could have gotten to exactly where I am now, but what matter does that make? I am where I am, and I’m happy to be here.

 

Time, Small triumphs, Opiates, The Man

Goal for practice today: time. As in, reduce the amount of time to get through practice. I’ve been meandering along through 2 hour practices. This has been great, because I haven’t been killing myself trying to stick tight to the breath count, because I don’t like combining the sense of smothering with the experience of new poses. For I am a delicate flower, and when I have bad experiences, they tend to stay with me.

Today, though, I knew it was time (ha!) to start cleaning up the breath work and the pace. I was careful not to go berserk during the backbends (that section is where I can really tucker myself out and build up some anxiety), and once I was through that, I zipped along through the rest of the practice quite handily. Total time, surya 1 through end of savasana: 90 minutes. And I never felt rushed or out of breath. Well, not too terribly out of breath.

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Mayurasana. Starting to pull together, in the sense of the core pulling together and stabilizing. Moments aloft are few, but there’s some balance and some flight, and that’s all good.

Nakrasana. I’ve gone from not being able to go ANYWHERE in the pose, to being able to manage three lame forward hops, to (today) five slightly less lame forward hops. I consider this a victory. Now I need to get the backwards hops happening.

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It’s been a couple of months now, since MM suggested an all intermediate practice. I’m here to say that there were some mornings there where I woke up and had to REALLY NOT THINK about what was ahead of me at the shala. Discussions with myself about not thinking ahead past the current moment. Like putting a big tarp over the practice until I got into the Mysore room and unrolled my mat, and then “whoosh!” — pull off the tarp and start climbing the mountain.

Today, as I headed into my favorite part of second (everything after yoga nidrasana!), I just got happier and happier. I was ready to float feet-first into the air during the headstands. As I stood on my mat, waiting for MM to come over for assisted dropbacks, I was smiling. And then I realize what’s going on: endorphin rush. Ha-UUUUUUUge endorphin rush. Hey, where’d the vibrating nervous system feeling go?? (Not that I really miss it.)

I thought about our question: why do we do yoga? And my answer at that very moment was “endorphins!!” Not the most sophisticated answer, maybe. But at that moment, that was the truth.

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Going on Sunday to do an “Intro to Intermediate” workshop with David Swenson, aka, “The Man.” Muscle Man’ll be there, too. Ought to be super fun.

 

“The pose is a tool, not an issue”

I rarely do two posts in a day, but I just saw this GREAT quote on autumn lotus yoga blog, and I had to pass it along. I assume it’s from Ana Forrest, since the blogger is a Forrest yoga teacher. Anyhow, sorry for the rip-off, E — but this is something good for the Ashtangis, too! :-)

Ah, quote — why do I love thee? Well, mostly ’cause you’re pragmatic and straightforward. You remind me that all of the whining we do about poses is really about US. All of the fear we feel? The desire? The hatred? The shame? The pleasure? Yup — it’s all about us. Not about the pose. The pose is a tool. To dig into the stuff of us — whether we do it well, or badly, or fanatically, or slackerishly. All of it is just part of the excavation effort. Whether we want the pose, or don’t want the pose. Whether we idolize the teacher, or hate the teacher, or beseech the teacher, or reject the teacher.

None of that matters. ‘Cause the pose is just the pose. A tool. Like a hammer or a shovel. Do with it what you will. But if you make it into an emotional issue or a physical issue or a psychological issue, at least recognize that it is an issue of your own making. ‘Cause the pose is a tool, not an issue.

Garden-Tools

 

Oh right, THIS is why I get up every morning at 4:30 AM

Mmmm. Had one of those practices that feels GREAT from start to finish. Even the so-called “pain” (i.e., the stretchy place).

I can tell when I’m gonna have that kind of day when I’m in hanumansana and the back leg hip flexor stretch feels like the best thing ever. And then the lying flat in ardho mukha hanumanasana feels even better.

Basically, when I have no physical or emotional resistances in those poses, which are early on in the standing series, I know body and mind are ready for a great practice.

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Okay, so there were comments about my observation that MM keeps me in kapotasana for a reaaaaally long time. Got to wondering if I’d exaggerated. “Hey, that’ll be fun,” I thought, “I’ll count to see if I was accurate!” Then I thought about how my breath is usually quicker in kapotasana, and how that might have skewed my numbers. “I’ll breathe slower! That’ll be fun.” (Yes, geekish. I know.)

Kapo came around today, MM was promptly at my mat, waiting for the big assist. He helped me find the balls of my feet, then pressed down on my elbows as I tried to take longer breaths. And then I counted.

Kapo A = 22 breaths
Kapo B = 9 breaths

Thanks for the game, you guys. I think I’ll start amusing myself with tracking the number of breaths in kapo.

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Right shoulder is getting better. Candice has been working her (painful! but healing) magic. She thinks it was a tight pec that kind of pulled the trapezius out of whack. Whatever it was, though, it’s going away. No pain in the right side of eka pada, and I managed tittibhasana C, which was off the menu for the past few weeks ’cause it hurt like hell.

Mukha hasta sirsasana C continues to taunt me in the shala. Wobbly as ever this morning. The rest of the deadlies, though, were great fun.