Wednesday, September 29, 2010
1st home practice in the new home.
There's something to be said about people who practice yoga daily in their homes. (for example: Jillji). These people are warriors. They are devoted. They are amazing to me. It's hard to physically get yourself to the mat. It really is. This morning I thought about going to the shala for an early morning practice since I couldn't make it to evening mysore, but I slept in. So I watched Glee on the sofa and ate an apple with honey and peanut butter. I digested said apple while cleaning the floors and fiddling around with some stuff to get ready to practice. I put down my mat around 10am and practiced. The window was open. It wasn't hot or cold. Just perfect. I worked up a decent sweat. I had the dogs barricaded in the kitchen. I did full primary plus a (half-assed) 2nd series up to Kapo. I didn't do drop backs or Urdhva Danurasana. I was just too exhausted. I did a few closing poses and then just laid on the floor for a bit for savasana. I got my ladie's holiday yesterday, so I'm feeling a little sluggish.
I'm financially not stable enough to pay for yoga. This is a re-occurring theme in my life. I typically clean floors and toilets in exchange for free yoga. (or mostly free). I'm ok with practicing at home. I like it. But how long will I be able to do this for? I know how hard it is not to have the community energy around me. For now, this is what my practice is.
I'm tired. It's 9pm. I have work at Whole Foods tomorrow for the first time in a week. Shall be fabulous to be around the foodie people. Night night.