Tucked away in my wee yoga room I have decided since that today is a travel day I am practicing primary series. Outside the room I can hear my dogs barking as they can feel their belongings being all packed away for a “vacation” to the kennel. My husband, I can hear fumbling and mumbling around the house. He isn’t feeling so great this morning and he has a day of teaching in front of him before we set sail on our Miami adventure where he is practically the best man with speeches to give, a ceremony to direct, and be his all around charming self. Right after finishing maricasana B on the second side my yoga vault pops open and there it is….the face of a stressed out man, the love of my life. He says “can you take me to school and pick me up our flight is earlier than I thought. I say, ‘give me 5 minutes.’ I jump-back and then jump to sit bind, breathe, lift up, and lie down…..one Mississippi, two Mississippi etc…..
That’s practice. That’s life. The overall sense I got from the students at Bristo was that I was a practical and patient teacher. This was a revelation to most of them. I am proud to be a practical Ashtangi one who is blessed to have a big, complex, textured life. Sure I relish the time I spend in Mysore, India every year basking in the selfishness of it all so that I can be a giving teacher, a patient mentor, and a gracious wife. Manorama says, “if you take one step toward the point, the point will take ten toward you.” I say then you better know the point of practice……here is a hint, the point of practice is to get better at postures…..or at least that is not my point anyway.
next stop city mouse in Miami practicing with the lovely Gretchen Suarez.