So with work slow I'm finding myself quiet and quite a little hermit. In fact yesterday I did not get out of my pajamas until the afternoon. I am just about caught up on Downton Abbey and picked up the ukulele, but I was for the most part sedentary. I did however, force myself up for a yoga class.
I am so glad I went, but the class was disappointing. I have met the teacher before and I envy the ease and skill in her practice. I just did not like her teaching. She constantly said "that" leg or "that" arm without being specific. I know now what my teacher, Shy meant when he corrected me doing the same thing. It makes it seem like the leg and arm are over there, not YOURS. I have switched to "the" or mostly I just say "right" or "left." However, yesterday, the teacher even had trouble mirroring us.
I almost blurted out "we're already on our right," as we returned to down dog from side plank, but I knew what she meant. What did I have to prove? I was very proud of myself for keeping silent. What would the outburst do? Make me feel superior? Somewhat better? Or even, right?
And if I may say so, my yoga practice doesn't need any of that. I continued to work with Apana in class and while it's still a new concept, I was mindful for the whole class.
This is all to say thank-whatever higher power I believe in-for yoga. It's in fact opened my mind, lengthened my body.
And forced me out of the house.
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