Yay! A whole primary practice this morning. Felt just fine, a little tired at the end — so stamina is not back, but the break didn’t affect general flexibility. Crim Girl told me a while back that after 1.5 – 2 years of every day practice, the body just stays open. Nice.

Supta kurmasana was actually better today than ever before. I managed to pick up the right leg and cross the ankles — in front of me, not over the head…yet. 😉 Up ’til now, the best I could do was wiggle my feet until the right foot kind of crossed over the left. And the tittibhasana out of supta k was, somehow, correct in a way that finally made me understand how to rotate forward to bakasana.

Baddha konasana rocked. I managed to get my head to the floor with no sandbag to help. It took 10 breaths, but I didn’t have to tip myself up onto my ankles, which up ’til now was the only way I could get forward enough to reach the ground.

Pranayama at the very end. I had a moment where I started to feel breathless and panicked, and then I realized I was slouching a bit. Pushed my chest forward a smidge and voila, I could breathe! This is an important discovery. I know I have days in the office where the rushed, frantic feeling is really coming from my breathing (bad) habits.

This morning was the first strong yoga high I’ve had in a few weeks. Woohoo! Driving to work, the colors of the trees seems so vibrant, the light was beautiful, and I felt like my vision was better and brighter than it’s been in ages. Like my whole body was awake.

Plus, I had an amusing note from my Mom. I visited them in their new home on Sunday and brought along two thistleseed socks. Finches love thistleseed, and these feeders are like long socks that you can hang from a tree or (as The Cop and I do) a porch. We’ve had one on the porch for a few weeks now. Takes the finches about 3 weeks to work their way through a sock full of seed. I love them — they are crazy energetic and they sing and flutter. Tiny, appealing vata creatures.

So my folks hung up one of the socks in a tree in their yard on Sunday night. Then we sat out for a couple of hours, having drinks and watching the wildlife. They are on the edge of the desert, so there were quail, rabbits, hummingbirds, finches, etc. They’ve had coyotes in the yard, but unfortunately none while I was visiting. The finch sock hung there, but none of the birds approached it. I assured my parents that they would eventually find and love it.

Yesterday my Mom’s note read: “They found it. I think they are all addicted to the sock. There has been violence. Doves, quail feed at the bottom. More aggression. Both socks are gone. Yesterday we opted for a feeder and bag of thistleseed. We’ll see how that goes. Are we upsetting the balance of Nature?”

I’m amused at the thought of the crazed thistleseed chaos and greed going on over in her yard. What is it that makes feeding animals so appealing?


2 Responses

  1. in my house (well backyard) we have a running debate about the wild bird feeder. my wife and son shoo the squirrels away. i think the squirrels have equal rights – they’re all moochers, so first come, first served. there’s definitely violence. the big birds muscle out the little birds and the pigeons hunt for leftovers at odd times.

  2. We don’t have many squirrels here in the desert, and none in my neighborhood, but I’d let ’em have a shot at the food. After all, the dog gets into the seed occasionally — might as well welcome all creatures! 😉

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