I know that I have been…well….a little out of contact lately. The holiday season is known for its ability to throw even the most sane and steady person into a stressed out ball of cheese covered in nuts….lots of nuts. If your anything like me, or have a family situation anything like mine (and yoga has taught me that we are more connected and alike than not) this time of year can bring you to your knees or in my case to the doctor with massive headaches, unrelenting insomnia, and what feels like vertigo. The mere mention of yoga practice causes great concern to the doc. He goes into full-blown alarm about the possible loss of blood flow to my brain from all those leg behind head positions, unsupported shoulder stands, and the 7 deadly headstands and orders CT scans, and a cervical spine ultra sound all the while still dizzy. I am trying to keep practice up but one sun salutation feels like I downed a whole bottle of wine.
While I was visiting a friend in the DC area she told me that one of her teachers has NEVER missed a day of asana practice, NOT ONE she boasted. I didn’t pry, but really not one missed flu practice, not on the day his baby was born. I started to think about my current situation feeling drunk while completely sober, feeling like my head is going to explode, and sleeping as if I have a new-born in my life….like never.
Am I a terrible Ashtangi? Should I hand my authorization back in shame? Do we revere martyrdom? Are we Catholic????
I am not jumping on a plane to Mysore to hang my spinning head in shame. What I am doing is taking some medication (insert gasp here) to make the room stop spinning, trying to SURVIVE what is left on my Christmas nightmare and hopping on a plane on Tuesday to spend the New Year again in another country but this time with my husband!
Good bye 2011.