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Where’d they go?

I’ve been missing my feet lately in kapotasana. It was a huge mystery: my backbends are much more comfortable and deep, and yet I’d be in kapo, crawling my hands forward and then out to the sides, but my feet were nowhere to be found. I didn’t freak out, since the kapo Bs were in a huge improvement cycle, but I was perplexed, ’cause I could feel my hair brushing my feet, but couldn’t find my toes!

This morning, I set up the video camera and aimed it at my left foot. What I discovered was that I was crawling my hands up past my toes on the outside. Duh! Then I’d vainly search around, moving my hands out toward the edges of my mat — further away from my feet!

The most amusing thing about this discovery is the camera set-up. Below is my rig: a foam block strapped at an angle to the yoga room lamp holds the video camera at the correct angle to keep an eye on my left foot and hand. (The image is taken on the iPhone, using the Hipstamatic app. Cool, huh?? I love that the pic is square.)

 

Priceless

  • Sitting crosslegged on my chair at work all day.
  • Wearing flat shoes.
  • Stretching out in the yoga trapeze.
  • Doing daily practice.
  • Throwing too many variables into the experiment so I can’t say for sure what’s doing what.
  • No more pain at all in my back = priceless.

     

    Shaktipat x 2: How many times do you need to be hit over the head with this?

    “You come from the west, you see postures, you say ‘I want it.’ And then you take. All of this is taking, it is the western thinking. I want it I want it. If you don’t understand yoga because of that way of thinking, not my fault. Your fault.”

     

    So obvious it makes me want to slap myself

    Okay, so I have been going along practicing practicing practicing. Every day. La la la. Saturdays off.

    Simple.

    Except I have this weird thing in my back. It’s been around for months and it hurts in back bends. Some days not so bad (only hurts in UD when I walk my hands in close), and some days pretty annoying (hurts in every up dog and any other back bend in the entire practice).

    Quadratus lumborum, I thought. Ice. Heat. Stretch. Epsom salt baths. Arnica oil. Wintergreen oil. Capsaicin lotion. Mind control. Hypnagogic suggestion. Visualization.

    Nothing.

    Went to a chiropractor. He diagnosed a tight psoas. Okay.

    Adjustments. Ultrasound. Heat. Ice. More adjustments.

    Nothing.

    Decided it doesn’t freaking matter WHAT it is, it just needs to go away.

    Practice. Stretching on the chair, the bed, the couch, the kitchen counter, the office. Tightened bandhas, loosened bandhas. Breathed deeper, breathed more lightly. More raw food, more grains, add some dairy, subtract dairy, ditch soy, add hemp, grow suspicious of nightshades, consider dropping — once and for all — my Tootsie Pop habit.

    Damn! Still here.

    Okay, so here I am sitting in the office. It’s Friday, so I have on jeans and clogs. Which means I can kick off the clogs and sit cross legged in my chair.

    What do I feel? A pully-stretchy feeling in *exactly* that spot. “Oh, that feels good,” I think, and then it hits me: I do not sit cross legged in my chair all day every day any more because I now wear skirts and high heels every day. (Stupid high, by the way — because my shoe aesthetic is in direct conflict with my foot health.) Over the past 6 months, it’s been more and more skirts and higher and higher heels.

    Duh!

    I believe I will be shopping for some pants and flat shoes this weekend. I need to sit the right way for a week and see if it corrects this back krink.

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    The experiment will be thrown off by one variable that’ll get tossed into the mix as soon as it gets delivered to the house and The Cop can install it:

     

    Dude

    Chatting online with Liz and Sonya the other day and somehow the topic turned to my love (adoration, more accurately) of stoner stuff. Dude, where’s my car? Sweet! Obviously I cannot act upon my love of all things stoner (Officer Husband’s career would certainly suffer if he had a stoner wife), but I did indulge myself a bit this morning by practicing to a Grateful Dead soundtrack. Wheeee! Seriously, if you want happy happy energy, practice to the Dead. Next social event with The Cop & his colleagues, I’ll be the chick wearing tie dye!

    In a weird twist of (perhaps practice-induced) mental flexibility, I’ve “allowed myself” (yeah, yeah, red flag, I know) to gain almost 5 pounds. This was an intuitive move — clear of intent but nebulous of purpose — and I’m really enjoying it (aside from very infrequent flashes of “I’ve let myself go!” panic). So yes, I am enjoying it physically — feeling strong and robust and energetic, and really REALLY resilient — though occasionally feeling uncomfortable in my mind. What’s breaking the tie between body and mind is the fact that the extra weight seems to be oiling the backbends quite dramatically.

    My back is supple in a way that I’ve never experienced before. Perhaps my deeply held, brittle self-discipline re: body size affects physical flexibility? Does this rise to the level of a DUH! observation? Or is it woo woo mysticism? I don’t know! I can’t distinguish between the utterly obvious and crazy delusion because I’m just a hippie!

    And here’s The Dude with his new stuffed elephant toy.

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    Words of wisdom, chips of turnip

    Words of wisdom. Not mine, of course ;-)

    Here is the basic prescription for any question: Open the hips, then the back. Heal the knees (by opening the hips, then the back). If you want to do the next pose, perfect all the previous ones. If you want to start Second Series, deepen the backbends. If you want to do Third Series, don’t. You probably shouldn’t. If you are frequently injured or miss practices, scale back or do primary only until the inconsistency is all gone for a long time. Never, ever skip practice. And implicitly: don’t feel sorry for yourself, work hard, give thanks to your teachers, breathe deep, defer to SKPJ in all things, and make offerings to Ganesh. :-)

    Or, as Soen Sa Nim said (before Nike ever thought of it): Just do it!

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    Fun with the dehydrator! Right now on my desk, there’s a little zip-lock bag of dried salted kale leaves and crispy turnip chips, and a bag of dried apple rings and pineapple wedges. All very yummy. But I’ll tell you what: I consider the dehydrator worth its price and the amount of space it takes up (kind of a lot), just for the unbelievable deliciousness of raw flax crackers.

    I’ve always had little tea splatters under my desk from tossing my tea bags into the waste basket. Now there’re a few flax seeds under there, too. I’m pretty convinced a human could live happily on flax crackers and tea. The Cop will definitely disagree on this. He is amused by the dehydrator, particularly when I tell him I can use it to squirrel away food for the coming apocalypse (he’s always ready for that eventuality).

    Yup, we’ll be set for the apocalypse. Guns and ammo? Check! Large, protective dog? Check! Dried food? Check! Ice dancing routine? Check!

     

    Yoga Vacay!

    I’d been thinking a bit about where to do a yoga vacation in 2010, and suddenly it dawned on me. There’s an authorized teacher right here in Arizona! Duh! I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner.

    I sent Lisa an email, asking if it’d be okay for me to visit for a couple of weeks in April & she replied that that would be fine. I figure I’ll go to Mysore practice, and then perhaps book a private class or two while I’m there.

    The best part of this is that The Cop wants to come along. Usually I’m on my own for yoga vacations, so this is terrific news! There’s great mountain biking in Tucson for him, so we’ll pack up Waylon, the Manduka, and his mountain bike and spend two weeks in a vacation rental.

    Now I just need to find a place to rent. I’ve been looking at a few websites and they have increeeeedibly slooooooow servers. Gah! I hate going slow on the information superhighway! Still, this is a pretty good problem to have.

     

    All I want for Christmas is a chiropractic session

    A lovely Christmas with the family. My Dad had the pleasure of sharing bourbon with not only his daughter, but also his granddaughter. It’s kind of sweet. My Dad enjoys having a drink every day, and he particularly likes that I drink bourbon with him when I visit. And last night, My Gift joined us for the first time.

    Bonding over booze. Nothing like a family holiday.

    Seriously, though, it was all very nice — the humans ate, laughed and exchanged gifts, and the dogs got along well.

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    I went to a new chiropractor this week. I wanted some help sorting out what I figured was a sore QL. It only bothers me in kapotasana, urdhva dhanurasana and dropbacks, but those are the postures I am most interested in these days, so I wanted to see if there was any need for an adjustment. I can feel that the pain is related to some kind of subtle twist in my hips (and, by default, spine), and I don’t want to let it go unaddressed, since twisting torque is not the body’s friend.

    My initial consultation was pretty funny. I had to fill out a sheet that asked how bad my pain was on a scale of 1 to 10 (I said 2). I had to indicate if the pain affected any of a long list of activities (answered no to all of them, since “affects asana practice” wasn’t an option). And I had to indicate whether the pain was constant or intermittent, and qualify the character of the pain (“searing,” “stabbing,” etc. — there was no option for “makes me want to skip to closing poses”).

    So then the chiro did some kinesthetic tests.

    “Touch your toes,” he said.

    I put my hands on the floor.

    “Any pain?” he asked.

    “No.”

    “Bend as far back as you can,” he said.

    I did a hangback.

    “Does that hurt?” he asked.

    “No.”

    I lay on the table and he pushed my leg toward my face. Started laughing as it just kept going.

    “Most of my patients would be screaming before I got their legs perpendicular to the table. Does this hurt at all?”

    “No.”

    He tried external hip rotations (a half lotus and then pushing down on my knee).

    “Anything?”

    “No.”

    He did an assisted backbend stretch that was similar to dhanurasana.

    “No pain,” I said.

    He looked at the info I’d given him and said, “I’m having a hard time understanding what we need to do here.”

    I explained that if I am on my knees and then back bend and try to grab my feet, THAT’S when I feel the pain. He laughed again.

    Anyhow, the upshot of all of this is that he thinks it’s not my QL, but my left hip flexor. Okay, I’m willing to work with that hypothesis. I like that he is trying to solve for this despite the fact that it falls outside of his diagnostic tests. He talked about kidneys and meridians and tailbones — I kind of glazed over a bit because I’m not up on the meridian stuff (I’m doing some reading now to try to catch up), and then there was an adjustment and some ultrasound. Nice.

    The next day, I felt pretty stiff and sore. Today, though, I woke up with intense sensation in my psoas muscles (both sides). Not simple pain, though it was a little painful, but more the kind of sensation where you are super-attuned to the muscle. Like it’s slightly chilled taffy with tons of nerve endings. Did primary this morning, paying lots of attention to the easy-to-access sensation of the psoas. I hope this sensitivity stays for a little while — I know I have work to do here.

    Anyhow, another session on Monday. We’ll see how it goes.

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    Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope you get everything you wish for in 2010.

     

    Eve Day

    Great day so far — got up late (7:15!), had coffee, practiced. Went for a walk in the desert with The Cop and Waylon. Came home, had lunch, read (a great book that I read years ago & am thoroughly enjoying re-reading). Made pasta for dinner tonight. (Last night I made a chocolate bundt cake with cream cheese glaze that we’ll bring along, as well.) Just now I’m having a cup of chai and one of these. Damn, they’re good! They actually came in a basket The Cop’s parents sent. I set them aside, not too terribly interested in trying them. Finally got around to having one last night. OMG. Unbelievable.

    We’ll be at my Mom and Dad’s house this evening — The Cop, My Gift, Waylon and me. My sister, her girlfriend and their dog, Wiley, are in from San Diego. Ought to be fun.

    Some pics from this morning. The Cop and Way:

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    Lots of cholla cactus around the trail. Waylon managed to get a bit in his front left paw. The Cop got most of it out on the trail, and I just pulled the last bit out a minute ago when I saw him fussing with his paw again.

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    ringtail 1

    And here’s Way with an early Christmas present. Hope everyone gets everything they want in 2010!

    way and tennis ball

     

    Despite superstitions: All net!

    Today I went to a workshop The Poetess put on. Lots of psoas stretching and back opening. I always get a little nervous about doing new sequences — my brain starts screaming “this isn’t the right order!” which is kind of funny.

    Still, it was nice to spend time with The Poetess. Anyhow, at the end of the practice, we did kapotasana. Whoa! Superstition alert! Kapotasana? Without salabhasana followed by bhekasana followed by dhanurasana followed by parsva dhanurasana followed by ustrasana followed by laghu vajrasana? Huh??! I immediately lowered my expectations and figured I wouldn’t be able to get to my toes, under these circumstances.

    I went back, walked my hands in, stretched up, walked my hands in some more, thought about how it was okay not to get my toes under these unusual circumstances, and… then I got my toes.

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