Did a drop in class with Itay tonight, and now I have split toes.
I've gone and interrupted what was a pretty good string of morning practices, as I'll have to let the toe heal.
I even started the class with tapped toes.
It was an improv class...he made it up as he went...not so fond of that sort of thing. When teachers announce that it's an improv class I suspect they a bit too much in their own ego...if they survey the class and people indicate they want something else, then that's ok with me.
It was a bit much when he read a Rumi poem during rest/sivasana.
Nice message...though Rumi is so romantic and passionate...it felt creepy...like he was trying to come off as mystical and seductive all at the same time. eeesh.