Back to the grind, State of the state, BBQ report

Back to work with my GTD book, which I am hurrying to finish so I can put it to good use. Despite hundreds of while-you-were-on-vacation emails to sift through, I am feeling really relaxed. Yay for vacation! I want to try to keep this presence of mind for as long as possible. Should be interesting to see how long it takes before I find myself in a vata death spiral. Man, I hate those! Definitely the worst thing about work, even though I am the one who generates them. Perhaps I can stay clear and calm. Forever. πŸ˜‰ Worth a try, right?

One of the things David Allen talks about in GTD is the “50,000 feet” (shouldn’t it be “foot”?) view. The big picture view that one takes of one’s career, and (much more importantly to me) one’s life. As I read about this, I realized that I have always had a practice of one sort or another, because long projects (writing program, Masters degree, bodybuilding/nutrition project, climbing, zen, Ashtanga) are nice, meaty life practices that can be viewed from a perspective-enhancing distance. Sure, there are daily things that need attention: proper training, sleep, newest theories and methods, etc. But in the end, these are projects that take years to play out. I love that idea — it’s like a long book that you can enjoy reading for a nice long time.

Okay, so in practice news, I am going to do a bit of a “marker” for the current state and then knock off with so much blogging about asana specifics. I’ve come to the point where my progress is more… well, I guess it isn’t slower than when I was moving through primary, but I guess it is somewhat repetitive. Ultimately there are asanas that are tough and ones that are relatively easy and it all has to get coordinated with the breath, and bandhas need to be locked in, etc., etc. I feel like something of an articulation slacker, because I think some of the new stuff is more internalized, and I’m disinclined to try to compact and extrude the experience in words. Who knows, I may decide to give it a go one day.

Anyhow, I want to make a current state report, so I can refer back to it in 6 months and see where I’m at. Issues at hand:

Marichyasana C and D: For a while there, I felt “done” with these poses. With the introduction of the beginning poses of intermediate, though, I am working them from a different angle. The binds are fine, but the poses seem to be “undoing” my shoulders (this in tandem with what’s happening via pasasana and supta vajrasana). All in service, at this point, to the opening necessary for kapotasana. This is all well and good, but I do find that my shoulders are strangely tuckered out after C & D, so the lolasanas between navasanas and transitions out of bhujapidasana and supta kurmasana are weak and lame, lame, lame. Must be patient about this.

Supta kurmasana is a-okay. I can, with great effort, cross my ankles, but generally I bind my hands and let Volleyball Guy put my feet behind my head. I have short legs, so this may never be a pretty pose for me. But it’s functional and still opening, so I can’t complain.

Pasasana through kapotasana: Very, very beginning of a new road.

Stamina: Kind of worrisomely sucky. I’m sure it will improve, but only because I’ve been this lacking before, in different contexts, and found that with persistence there was eventual improvement.

Mind: Getting up every morning and getting myself to practice has been much more difficult with the addition of the intermediate poses. If not for the habit of the past two years, I don’t really think I would be able to sustain it. No idea why this seems so much harder. The additional poses take about 20 more minutes, but seem to tax… oh, for cripes sakes, I’m such a dope! I was just going to write, “seem to tax my nervous system so much more than just primary.” Yeah, okay, well everyone knows what nadi shodana means, and there is my answer. See, it does help to write things down.

BBQ yesterday was pretty fun (she says grudgingly). I had a moment of panic when my sister’s girlfriend came into the house, looked around for about two seconds and announced, “Now that I see this, I’m less happy about my house.” These sorts of comments tear the life out of me for some reason. Back up for just a moment and make note: The Cop and I do not live in a swanky million dollar professionally decorated home or anything like that. We have a nice house in a nice neighborhood in Scottsdale, which I am very grateful for. I love it because it has high ceilings and an open floor plan. The architecture is pretty and open and minimalist and we don’t have much at all in the way of decorations, because I just like the space. I never think of it as a show piece or a special possession or anything like that. It’s a minimalist space that appeals to me and which is where I have life with The Cop and My Gift. I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t objectify it, and there is something about critical objectification that gives me the willies. Santosha. Santosha is my favorite niyama. I wish I could find a way to share it with everyone.

That was the only weird thing, though, all afternoon. The Cop was the best husband ever and poured drinks and sat out in 110 degree heat BBQing chicken and soy dogs. He held it all together and was just a rock. Everyone talked and drank and ate and it was fine.


One Response

  1. Id like to see some pics. I already have a vision in mind.
    Oh and thanks for coming to my defense on that blog. πŸ™‚

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