I stood under the shower for a very very long time. This morning they had changed the heater in the basement from winter to summer time and each year they have to readjust it, because at least one day we have only cold water. But this evening the water was hot again and I felt how it crackled on my body. I couldn't get enough of it.
I was thinking of my mind, and what I've read half an hour earlier in the book by Richard Bandler, this genius. To be free means to be free from the mind, from its unconscious thinking patterns, from its unconscious feeling patterns that do not serve us.
I still allow others to influence my mood, I think and had my work in mind, my colleagues. I still blame others for my sadness even though I should know better. It is so easy to see the hell only in the others. But the hell is the own mind. But there is a chance, a chance to free oneself (myself) from not useful thinking patterns.
Why not take a bath? I put the cork into the drain so that the water could gather in my bathtub. I put oil into it and sat down.
Paschimottanasana in the bathtub, first lengthening, belly in and then stretching forward. The joints were soft, so soft, deep I could go into this asana with a straight back. I leaned back listening to the running water, looking at my luxury body. I made a little bowl of my 2 hands, filled them with water and poured the water into my face. I massaged my muscles with the oily water, my calves, my thighs, my strong and round yoga bum, my arms. Not everything that is nice to touch can be called a muscle. I relaxed while my feet were playing with the water. Looking down on me a smile appeared on my face. I remembered a question that sooner or later comes up when a man is a bit more interested in me: "Is your pussy hair blond too?" Usually I don't tell, I mean, I need a secret. Sometimes I play being reluctant, already ready to describe in great details my body hair. Fish pose then. Ah, and leg behind the head. The bathtub is simply too small for such advanced yoga poses. Savasana.
Oh, it is late. The cold shower is really the best after such a hot bath.
The mind, the mind, I was distracted, the mind is the prison, the unconscious thinking patterns. Time to go to bed, the mind needs a rest, too. And so does the body.