Monday, November 24, 2014
The miracle happened
Yesterday was a sofa evening. We, my E and I watched a thriller: Tatort. Afterwards I went straight to bed. My leg still hurt and it was difficult to fall asleep. Which position is the best, I wondered.
This morning I switched off the alarm clock, yet I didn't get up. I wanted to be cautious with my luxury body. If the body goes on strike, it gets extra attention, extra love. Then it deserves rest.
Indeed I fear my marathon cleaning on Friday caused this twist in my body.
So this morning when I finally got up, everything was OK. I think this is a consequence of my daily Ashtanga practice. I heal quickly.
I practiced at home, yet modest. I did primary without vinyasas. It felt good and OK to me to take it easy today. I didn't like to do a single wrong movement. today.
My home practiced saved me almost 20 Euro. Hahaha.....I don't care. Yet I knew that I wouldn't be able to practice with half energy in a Mysore class. I would have given my best. I'd emptied the tanks.
Yesterday I had the insight that I must be prepared to practice alone again. From Jan through March my teacher is in Mysore. I know nobody here in Munich who could be a substitute for him. This made me a bit sad. Yet all the great yoginis practice alone. This is the path. It's a lonesome one. I know it's my path.