Back in Haiti. 100% here. Not so 100% with the practice.
It turns out it's just a little bit harder to commit to a daily practice when I am teaching a couple of classes a day and have other demands on my time. My grand plan had been to practice everyday after I teach a 6:30am-7:30am class. Well that grand plan has been messed up by one thing or another almost every day.
Flexibility comes in handy. I am proud that I have practiced 4 out of the past 6 days, even if not at the planned time. It's not too shabby for someone finding my rhythm living in a developing country. I would really like to make that morning time work, and will keep trying. And of course will keep finding my mat at other times if the mornings won't work.
When I was dabbling in Ashtanga over the past year, I couldn't imagine how anyone could ever sit on their heel or turn their foot at that angle and be OK. But now just over 3 weeks of regular practice of the Primary Series postures and I am already seeing great improvements in how many of the poses feel.
This is not to say I have mastered the basic Primary Series postures. Not at all. There are still a few postures that are fully beyond me: Bhujapidasana, Supta Kurmasana, Kukkutasana, Setu Bandhasana. Now that I wrote them down, I'm somewhat surprised that there are only 4 in the category of 'not doing that one right now'.
I love the practice and I love writing about it. So tickled about the experience and watching it unfold. Thanks for letting me share!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Then I realized that I'd be traveling all the next day and so that would be my rest day. And Flor, my new Costa Rican friend, also wanted to practice. So we got on our mats together in the late morning and had a lovely practice.
We had practiced together on the first few days, but then our schedules weren't matching up. It was very sweet to have her by my side for my last practice in Costa Rica.
Day 16 was a rest day and the day I left Costa Rica. The departure wasn't quite as sad as the days leading up to it. The travel all went smooth and I felt happy to be returning to Haiti to teach more yoga and to continue to deepen my own practice.
Day 17. In Haiti. Struggling. I started to practice at the studio this morning and had to stop. I just didn't have the energy. Transition. Where is my yoga deck? Where is the ocean? Why am I here and not there?
I left the yoga studio mid-afternoon. I walked into my new house and bumbled around. Is this really home?
Finally at some point I realized the best place to answer all of these questions is on my yoga mat. There is no answer, and that is what I remember when I get on my mat.
It is all about the experience of whatever is present. It is all about letting the questions and the unknown be what they are and being present with them in a way that lets them sort themselves out in their own time.
Transition. I was there, and now I am here. On may mat in a different place doing the same postures, counting the same breaths and finding my sense of home. In me, wherever I am, even in transition.