…and Ashtanga, and Ass. Sweaty, sweaty ass. My little Slayer Shala is not air conditioned and I have been sweating like a beast in the mornings—even at 5:30 am. Back into a somewhat “normal” practice for me post-surgery, post-sickness and post the death of my little dog. Life goes on, albeit slowly and painfully. Trying to work up the courage to go to the level one Ashtanga class on Tuesday at Yoga Sanctuary. Oooooh it gives me the willies!!
Interestingly, I have no desire to look at asanas beyond where I currently am in the Primary Series. All I care about is whatever moment I am in on the mat, period. Thinking about asanas I haven’t learned yet is just playing with fire. I get discouraged and overwhelmed and my ego gets involved and I just want to give up. I just keep plugging away and practicing. This week, I have been learning Purvattanasana. Oh, there is a love hate relationship going on. Mostly hate. During a google search, I discovered that allegedly Shiva Rea hates this asana. Yes! I am not the only one. I hurt myself in this asana when I was doing Baptiste yoga last year and it was no bueno, man. The first time trying it out this week I almost had a panic attack. I have been feeling all of this fear and tightness, even in the super modified David Swenson Practice Manual version. I went hunting for a picture of the modification and I can’t even find it online. Yeah, I am bringing the Ashtanga “D” game, baby!
I bought myself a bamboo seiza bench for zazen after wanting one for a couple of years now. I was sitting last night and it suddenly dawned upon me why I love seiza benches so much—they’re like the Zen version of the kneelers in Catholic churches! Man, you can take the girl out of 13 years of Catholic School, but you apparently can’t take hundreds of years of Catholic genetics out of the girl. I feel a lot safer with the seiza bench than I do Purvattanasana.