Mysore class this evening. We were 5 students today. I was jazzed. I forgot to do mari c and d. I remembered these poses after bujapidasana. Then I did mari c and d, it was a different order than the given one, but who cares. It showed me that the mind was absent from time to time. The body was flexible, incredible flexible. I hadn't eaten much today, I couldn't. Late in the afternoon I ate a salsa sandwich, this was it. Supta kurmasana was great today. And urdhva dhanurasana was great today, too. Three times I walked the hands closer to the feet. This is not easy. But I walked the hands closer to the feet and again and again. Pashasana was with B.'s help great, too. My body was soft, no resistance was felt.
It was still warm outside when the class was over. I walked home, slowly, enjoying the warm air. People were sitting outside the restaurants, having dinner and drinks. It was as if we had a last summer day.
Now I am at home. If I didn't practice, it would have been a totally lost day. I feel heavy, pessimistic. Soon I will sit in front of the TV, switching from channel to channel, feeling bored. Nevertheless more is not possible today. I will look at my frustration, that I allowed others to spoil my day. I will examine how it looks like to feel paralysed, depressed, unable to move, feeling unable to do anything. I hope my inability to do anything also includes not to open the bottle of white wine. Tomorrow I will insert a fun day. No duties tomorrow, only self-love. I make this a programme.
Then life goes on. Tomorrow bf will be back from Serbia. On Friday we will drive to the book fair in Frankfourt. I won't be at home during the weekend. I will be on the road again.....