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October 31, 2007
One in, one out
So the adventures with Bhujapidasana continue, though it kinda came crashing down with the usual thud when I tried to come out into titthibhasana. Oh well. C'est la vie, as the ze French would say. It's a funny thing because it's kinda nice to have the challenge of the posture in front of me to face every day, yet have the fun of the proceeding postures I have to pass through before getting to this one. Finding avenues in as many postures as possible, where I can think to myself, "What is it in this posture that can help me with Bhuji to come?", and really I've come to realise that my practice isn't about getting good at the posture, or being given the next one as some sign of having achieved a high enough grade to pass. Why? Because there's just another posture to come after Bhujipidasana, and if Kurmasana and Supta Kurmasana aren't enough motivation to NOT want to progress in the series then I dunno what is (:>), then another posture after that, and so on. So I'm thinking of that thing that people sat to you when you're off out there trying to 'find' yourself.
You don't need to go all the way round the world to find out who you are. You can find that right here before you even leave.
And ain't in the same for asana? Like, I don't need to get given the next posture as the one I'm doing now will eventually teach me everything about myself that I'll ever need to know. It's just another experience, right, to add into a daily existence of experiences strung together one after the other. So getting a new posture is just changing geography, moving the scenery around, really. It's not the outcome that's so important. but the process. Teacher in Miami talked often about letting the practice, the system of Ashtanga do it's work. What's gonna come out's gonna come out, and if that means getting bhuja today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year or even only in the next lifetime, at the end of the day it doesn't really matter.
So I plonked down mid bhujapidasana today and just thought, "What the hell, there's always tomorrow." yet I know that one day this delusion certainly will prove my undoing. Still. Doesn't mean to say I can't enjoy the view on the trip from here to there, me thinks. And it's fun, all this passing, just watching and listening to myself, seeing how agitated I get if my Mari-D bind's not as good as the day before's. What's that catch phrase? Oh yeah.
Am I bovvered?
Naw.
Well atleast not today, anyways. For sure it'll probably errk the crap out of me tomorrow or the next day, that I can see people plod through past where I'm at and where, to be honest, I'd like to be. But hey. Atleast the view from here's pretty nice. A bright yellow wall, a great wee sculpture to watch over me (and laugh at my ploddy-ness), and the friendly hands of a guiding teacher, and even a few happy faces to say hello to at the end of class.
I got asked near the end of my practice this morning "Are you starting or finishing?". I felt like saying "I'm just breathing".
One in, one out, as John Scott would say. Yeah, and I know he's referring to something else.
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October 30, 2007
Leg over
Yeah, I wish! Not that sort of leg over I'm afraid, but one to do with the art of getting your leg further over your shoulder in bhujapidasana. Today I cheated. Yup. I went back to wearing a t-shirt to give me a fair bit more friction on otherwise very slippy shoulders. The thing is, when I went to trap my right shoulder behind the back of my right knee I got my leg so far over that I couldn't get my foot down far enough to tuck it with my left foot. I was so out of kilter that it was a bit of a shock. Hmnnn. I'm hoping the exercise in letting my body feel how it can be when I get at least one leg in the right position will pay benefits tomorrow when I go back to the 'slippery when wet' approach. We'll see.
Teacher's funny. Today I noticed he's stopped helping me as much in Mari D, leaving me now to reach for my own binding with my finger tips. It's making me work much more especially as I know the posture's slipping back away from me just now, something I think might be down to the extra hours I'm sitting at my desk. I've even started to semi-squat on my chair which is thankfully high backed, though I'm certainly feeling my right ankle and bottom of my foot.
Reminds me how far things are to go...
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October 29, 2007
Were still Big Country
&otIt's a good sign when the weekend goes so fast you wonder where the heck it all went. The gig on saturday night was fantastically good fun. It was sad for sure seeing as how the last time I saw them play was at a commemorative show for their former lead singer who committed suicide, there was this huge energy space in the middle of the stage that was plainly missing, the basist and the lead guitarist playing where they always do stage left and right. Still, when the basist opened with "We're still Big Country" there was a huge cheer from the fans and from there on in it was one big party.
Tony Butler
Bruce Watson
Mark Brzezicki, Bruce, Tony
So I'm certainly glad I went, a bit worse for wear being up till near 2am was way too much to cope with Sunday morning even with the extra hour and this morning's practice was just, urgh, painful and for the first time in a long while I'm not looking forward to tomorrows practice.
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October 25, 2007
Big Country
Back in the 80s when I was but a slip of a lad my favourite band had its roots in Dunfermline, not a million miles away from where I grew up. They had a smash hit in 84 and along with the local poet turned pop star, Fish, were a huge part of the music that dominated and molded my life. I must've gone to a dozen concerts of theirs, saw them bring in the New Year at the Playhouse in Edinburgh, even followed them across Scotland a couple of times.
One time I went to a concert in Glasgow and bought I program, stuffed it down the front of my brand new blue spray on trousers, hey it was the 80s after all, and jumped into the mosh pit at the front of the standing area. After the concert when I met my dad I took the brouchure out from the top of my trousers. Well, I took the top of it out, the other half had completely disintegrated into the legs of the trousers, turned my legs into a blue paper-mache sess-pit. Nice. Err no.
Then the other time when at the front again I was throwing my hand back and over my head, saluting the band like everyone else, and yup, my index finger went right up the nose of the guy behind me. Oops. Thought he took it quite well, not the finger, my apology. Yes, quite.
So you could call me a fan, for sure.
Then the unthinkable happened. With the fall of the Berlin Wall and the opening up of Russia the band headlined in places all over the shop and saw many a thing that changed their lives. So much so that the lead singer, Stuart Adamson, turned to drink, depression, and all that goes with it. The band Mantra, Stay Alive, one step too far and sadly he committed suicide in a hotel room in Hawaii.
I'd been at their last concert the band played together in Glasgow, at the Barrowlands, and it was fitting that the commemorative concert was staged there a year later. It was just fantastic, not only to hear some of the music again, but to see and hear the likes of the Alarm and Steve Harley play. Truly moving.
Now, years later, news comes that the band are back playing again, the remaining members taking turn amongst themselves to sing lead, well, they'd sung plenty of harmony and backing vocals, for sure.
So now with the weekend approaching I'm heading back to my past to partake in a little nostalgia. Fantastic!
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October 24, 2007
Is this what things have come too
Yoga going main stream is a good thing, right? I suppose you could say it's already there. So why is it that this advert that dropped into my inbox this morning irks me so much?
Progress? Hmnnnnnnn.
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October 23, 2007
Eureka moments
For the past 2.5 days I've been working on a problem at the J.O.B that's been literally driving me up the wall. My code's perfect, the logic is sound, yet still there's no data appearing at the server. After helping for a day, my colleague finally hit the eureka moment when he decided to do what I still consider quite radical. In a surge of inspiration after all the expiration, he took a different tack and came up with the solution.
Yup, just click the word "Sale" in the listbox to deselect it and all my woes disappeared in a flash of 0s and 1s. Arrrrgggghhhh!
Still the good thing that came out of all of this, including the fixed software, was the thought that sometimes this is all it takes to get on. Just a moment of briliance, of insanity, some great lateral thinking, perhaps, even a dose of good old fashioned hard work - and the solution had all of this - but without a friend's hand to help you out sometimes we're just all lost at sea. Hmnnnn. Sounds like something else doesn't it.
So I did the decent thing and bought the guy lunch out of gratitude.
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October 22, 2007
Better today
Teacher uttered these word to me today at the end of back bending after he'd pulled me up to standing. 2 little worlds. Funny how that can make a heck of a difference to your day. It's been a real long weekend what with me being in at work both Saturday and Sunday and this afternoon project management are asking after their application. Well, it's about 3 weeks development time away and I've been stuck on the same problem for the past 2.5 days. So, when it came to going home time I just got up and left. There's really nothing more to do. The release is so hopelessly late but no-one's prepared to accept that. Oh well, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.
Tonight I'm cooking Sea Bass and me and the flat mate are going to sit and watch "Hero" in all it's technicolour brilliance.
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October 20, 2007
Late autumn sunshine
It's a gorgeous day today. Crips, clean, fresh air. (ok maybe not so fresh). Glorious sunshine splitting the crystal blue skies. A light breeze hardly moving the trees. A great day to be alive.
So why, oh why, am I stuck inside at work?
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October 19, 2007
Ashamed
The first time I was in India I got to talking to some local about giving a massage. Must've been at that time when I was thinking about learning how to give one. I've always been conscious of my hands, and my feet too come to think of it, as compared to most people they're a little on the small side, though I much prefer to think they're the right size compared to the rest of my body. I thought I was a UK 7 until I had my feet checked when buying inline skates and the woman in the shop said I could probably fit a UK 5.
What's interesting is that old adage simply isn't true, least I haven't had any complaints.
So then we got to talking about hands and the like and when I turned mine over, palms up, he hummed, "that's interesting". I have a mole on the mid left section of my left palm nearly bang on top of my life line - the long one that curves down into the middle of your wrist, right?
"A this is sign of good luck!"
Well, you should see my back. Or, now I think of it, my front, my arms and my legs. In fact anywhere you look at me all you can pretty much see is moles - hundreds of them. One of my friends in Glasgow, when we were doing body analysis as part of an advanced adjustment class, said I'd never get lost in life as I had the Universe marked out on my body. Hmmmn.
Whilst scientists don't specifically know what they're for, or why, they do know they aren't good for you when exposed to the sun. ie skin cancer. Just as well I was born in Scotland then. Though recently I did come across an article that claimed that people with more than 100 moles tended to live upto 7 years longer than those with less. Ahaaa !
Downside of all of this is it tends to get to me when having to take my top off. With the heat I generate in practice these days, not taking my top off isn't really an option. The first time I went to Mysore to practice I wasn't so worried about going to India, or the level of practice, or meeting Guruji or getting Delhi Belly, but the thought of being in a room with a bunch of body beautifuls and taking my top off? Jeez, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. And I know it's all inside my head, all this. It's one of the things that makes my practice more a mental issue rather than a physical one, though I've had plenty of time to get used to their presence.
It's called Dysplastic Nevus Syndrome. The word syndrome is bad enough, all the conotations that brings up, but it's not as if I'm going to die of these things in the short term, though I do have to be careful in the sun. On the recent sabatical it took me 5 months to get anywhere near a different shade of white, a little sun every day, as they'd say, and I do love the sun.
I've heard all sorts of stories too. One that said that bad karma in a previous life time manifests itself as these sorts of marks on your body in this lifetime. Hey, maybe I was like Ghengis Khan or someone equally as bad. Hmnn. Not to sure I prescribe to that one, but it's an interesting thought all the same.
But every once in a while, like the Doc suggested, I've to take pictures and check to see if any of them are getting any bigger. The skin, being the largest organ in your body, being prone to all sorts of diseases and ailments, DNS by no means the nastiest you'd want to avoid. I'm just glad I don't have psoriasis. Moles?, they're just there all the time. I thought it was kinda cute in the film "Serendippity" when John Cusak's character marks out a constellation on Kate Beckinsale's inner arm. Can't say you'd ever get that happening for any other skins complaints.
So last night was a quick defuzz - no point in taking pics when you can't see the moles for hair. But this morning when I got up and washed I just couldn't face going in to practice. You'd think I would've gotten over this by now. Seems not.
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October 18, 2007
Kay Lee
I was in the studio this morning when I looked up at the clock before starting savasana when I glanced at the notice board. The announcement for the Xmas party was on the board, a ceiledh in the first week in December. I'd seen the advert yesterday and had gone to work to check if there was anything on that weekend or whether I was free or not. Today, however, I noticed that someone had placed in brackets after the word ceiledh the bracketted words "Kay Lee", which is pretty much how you say it anyway. It made me chuckle as it never dawned on me that people wouldn't know how to pronounce it. Teacher said he'd thought about making payments obligatory only in Scottish money! Shame the footie team lost last night, but I suppose after 6 straight wins a loss was always on the cards. The phrase "snatch a defeat from the jaws of victory" (and yes I've got that the right way round), has often been used with Scottish teams, but of late they've been somewhat remarkable. Last night, however, was a return to form. Oh well.
Recently I've been thinking more and more about trying to find somewhere to assist a bit more regularly than the one weekend a month I'm doing just now. If the recent spate of fortune's anything to go by my manifesting's getting a lot better so I'm hoping for some results sometime soon. Bit of concentration needed for a wee while though...
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October 17, 2007
Back to the mat
The yoga shala was busy this morning but with the dark mornings and the light rain it actually makes for a very homely feel to the place. Thankfully I managed to catch the tube from the train station bang on time so arrived in good time before the queues starts. Practice was good, nice and slow. Following on from the weekend the early poses felt relatively easy, especially as I was only holding them for 5 breaths and not 5 minutes. I managed to eat really well over the weekend, all of the good stuff without any of the rubbish so it was good to see a little improvement through this too.
Now that I'm back home though, I think I've got a slight pull on the right side of my neck. Eaak.
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Back to the mat
The yoga shala was busy this morning but with the dark mornings and the light rain it actually makes for a very homely feel to the place. Thankfully I managed to catch the tube from the train station bang on time so arrived in good time before the queues starts. Practice was good, nice and slow. Following on from the weekend the early poses felt relatively easy, especially as I was only holding them for 5 breaths and not 5 minutes. I managed to eat really well over the weekend, all of the good stuff without any of the rubbish so it was good to see a little improvement through this too.
Now that I'm back home though, I think I've got a slight pull on the right side of my neck. Eaak.
Posted by graeme at 4:57 PM | Comments (0)
Back to the mat
The yoga shala was busy this morning but with the dark mornings and the light rain it actually makes for a very homely feel to the place. Thankfully I managed to catch the tube from the train station bang on time so arrived in good time before the queues starts. Practice was good, nice and slow. Following on from the weekend the early poses felt relatively easy, especially as I was only holding them for 5 breaths and not 5 minutes. I managed to eat really well over the weekend, all of the good stuff without any of the rubbish so it was good to see a little improvement through this too.
Now that I'm back home though, I think I've got a slight pull on the right side of my neck. Eaak.
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October 16, 2007
Seane Corn Workshop - 3 Realms of Consciousness
There are few moments in life where I can truly say I've been gobsmacked. Maybe it's because I've had a fairly sheltered life or perhaps have been a bit reluctant to put myself out there to experience life at it's fullest. But the weekend I've just spent in Glasgow, primarily to take part in Seane Corn's workshop at my home studio, has just blown me away. If somebody was to tell me 4 years ago that this sort of weekend would happen I just simply wouldn't have believed it.
Seane does several workshops. She'd just come from leading a detox weekend in London, but for Glasgow she was embracing a more mystical and spiritual approach to the practice, in fact she hardly adjusted at all after the first day and demonstrated only one asana sequence - Surya Namaskar B. What she did do, and fantastically well, was reach out to your heart, your soul, your very essence of being. Ok, so there's a fair stramash of, dare I say "new age" verbage going on, lots of praying and the like, but if that doesn't rankle you too much and you can see it for the ritualistic aspects that it represents - you're not preying to THE god but A god, spirit, whatever you want to call it - then this stuff can fairly make you think.
Oh, and she speaks so very fluently. Rifle like words that come from her without pause, all the same her american east coast Jersey accent making it an audible pleasure as well as an educational one. The phrase "I could listen to you all day" was created for people like this.
Then there's the instruction. I may have thought that Vin Yoga was a slow class but Seane would hold me in forward lunge until my legs were screaming at me, often buckling underneath. To get beyond the body and the mind, past the pain, the mind racing and going daft under the physical on slaught, to get into yourself, all it takes is time. And all the time she's talking, either telling you what to do next or, more challenging, when holding you in some deep hip opening posture discussing the specific chakra associated with the posture.
Then there's the odd joke or two, picking on the guys at the front of the class for 'dumping her' in fictitious relationship stories. It's all there and in spades.
Not to mention the heart wrenching tale of her trip to the Cambodian Children's Fund where she recounts with vivid imagery the suffering and pain the local garbage children scraping for survival and a measly 32p a day. It wasn't suprising that there were a few wet eyes.
I've had a fantastic weekend, not only for attending the class but for the time I got to share in Seane's company afterwards. The teacher hosting the event is a dear friend and I was super lucky she could let me stay with her and her family during the workshop. I had a fab time and I'm glad for the memories I've now got. By far the best thing this year for me, sabatical and all!
Seane mid class
Adjusting
Seane in full flow
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Back to reality
I arrived home from Seane Corn's workshop - 3 realms of consciousness - late yesterday morning and had to head straight into work. Following a long day at the coal face and a longer commute home I finally got to bed. I'll write up some stuff on the workshop and post some pics up when I get back this evening all being well.
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October 9, 2007
Delay
My friend got delayed last night when due to board her flight. She called me at 10.30pm when I was already half dead though sitting up to await her call. She sounded cheerful enough though had no idea when she'd make it onto a plane either that night or in the next few days. We left it that she'd text me whenever she knew what was happening so when I got up this morning I'd know whether to go from class to meet her or not. When the text came in at 3am I was even more dead, I'd been only half sleeping knowing that the text would be coming in. So we agreed there was no point in her getting only 6 hours sleep then meeting up so we pushed things back to mid day. The upshot of this is I'm now in at work having had a very restless night's sleep, though as it's raining outside this probably isn't a bad thing. Practice this morning was somewhat of a haze.
So on with the day.
In wider news some close friends are going through bad patches with their relationships, both looking more terminal than anything. Lots of change a foot, I can almost smell it in the air.
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October 8, 2007
Busy week ahead
This week's one of those week's I've really been looking forward too most. My friend from Switzerland who's been off doing a wee tour of Europe recently is coming in to town tonight to stay for a couple of days. I haven't seen her since I went out to her home town last year and spent a couple of days travelling with her around Switzerland. I've got tomorrow off work (Yippee) and I'm planning a couple of hopefully interesting things for us both to do. My friend graduated as an architect in the summer there so I'm going to treat her to a theatre show tomorrow night, something I've wanted to do for a while myself too!
Then later on in the week I'm heading back home to visit my parents, go to the dentist for a check up :< then nip across to Glasgow to spend the weekend at a workshop with this young lady. I'm really looking forward to seeing my friend, especially the one whose just had a wee baby girl, and to catch up with all the guys at the studio that I used to attend. The workshop's apparently really busy with people booked in so I'm really looking forward to that. With any luck, my friend from the teacher training down here will also be making the trip up North. It's always nice to spend time talking to her too.
So all in I've got a great week to look forward too.
Class this morning kinda prodded me in the belly and said "Oi!, what's this then?". I kinda over did it this weekend (again) and it's beginning to show. I couldn't bind in Mari-D even on my 'better' side this morning. It's time to do something about it before it gets to me even more. Arrgh, I'm not so good when things start to slide away a bit like this. Too much of the Type-A in me.... Hopefully a weekend emmersed in all things yoga will help me find my way back.
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October 5, 2007
Dont quit the day job
This morning in practice it became real obvious that a lot of my anquish has been down to my judgemental nature this week. When I was practicing at home, or back in the studio in Glasgow I'd be pretty much on my own. It's becoming apparent that when I was practicing there I wasn't really pushing myself very hard and would become quite lazy and slip back into the same old lame practices, finding suitable self-sabotage ways of ending my practice or rushing through it. As a fish in a smaller pond it was quite easy to convince myself that the little progress I was making was actually not so bad after all, against the general scale of things.
Here, however, it's all a bit different.
For one thing it's practice every day, little or no excuse. I've even got a flatmate who doesn't give me the least bit of jipp when it gets late in the evening (early for her) and I start heading off to bed. The mere act of getting to the studio in the morning is a feat in itself compared to the rather short 'fall' out of bed onto my mat in Glasgow.
And there's the studio. Nearly always full to the brim with yogis of all shapes and sizes practicing away. To arrive at a place at 6am and find 17 or so people before me, I can't help but be inspired by them, some who have some truly beautiful touches in their practice - I tend to flop around from one pose to the next. In Glasgow, well, there was me and the empty shala. Ok, not a bad thing for having lots of room (to flop around in :>) but I often found myself stretching by the window, looking out into the distance...
And of course there's the teacher. Well, that's a one up from a solo practice back home. The main reason for moving 400 miles down the coast. Ok, that and the warmer, drier weather.
And the helpers. Getting adjusted each day is such a blessing. I've had a chance to try Mari-D on my own this week, and to be honest I'm still quite hopeless at it. I can get my arm further over the knee, but without a helping hand, well, I'm no nearer than where I was when I started. Still. Atleast I'm trying the posture here. Often, back home I wouldn't even bother.
Mind you, with all the greatness going on it's easy to get hard on myself. It's a far bigger pond down here and I'm around some of the best types of fish for sure. It's an easy out to put my failings down to, well, just me being naff (and stiff) at some of this stuff.
As the saying goes ....
Moreover, when I'm away from the shala I'd be truly miffed if I had to leave this place now. There are some really friendly faces around, and it's not really that hard to get up in the morning to get here. I'm still glad it's the weekend though !
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October 4, 2007
Long walk home
Today was one of the better days. The problem with the source code for the project I'm working on finally gave way it's secrets 10 hours after I started. It's always nice to get to the bottom of something especially when everything you know tells you that what's happening really should be the case. In the end it turned out to be something so obvious it was literally right there in front of me face, so much so that I swore when I saw it, which got a funny reaction from the guys in the room beside me. Mostly there's silence unless one of us is on the phone. Having the silence broken by a "For f&*cks sake!" got a few laughs. One of those, arrrggghhhh, I could just chuck the computer out of the window jobs.
My mate in America might be the only one to understand this - missed the early return statement within the Item::Update_Printers call. No wonder I wasn't getting anything out on the receipt!
It was real nice out when I surfaced from work so I decided I'd walk back to the train station. Didn't think it would take that long so off I went. Little did I think that 2 hours later I'd still be walking. Just shows you how much time the underground here saves me each morning. Hopefully there won't be anymore tube strikes in the near future, my feet were aching by the time I sat down on the train.
Practice this morning was, well, a bit naff to be honest. I know I shouldn't judge and just let things be but it's been going a bit downhill recently, and that's always a bit hard to take. Still, some areas are moving forward so I shouldn't really grumble, for one reason it'll not make any difference and for another it's dead boring to read about another blogger with practice problems. I know exactly where the problems lies, and if I would eat better and get to bed earlier, I wouldn't be here moaning about things. Well, actually I probably would just find something else to moan about, practice being practice and all, there's always another sand dune in the distance to climb.
Oh yeah, one other thing. A big "ta" to the person in the shala who smiled this morning, it's always nice to see a happy, smiley face.
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October 3, 2007
Highlight
of the past few days was getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet to find that I'd put the boxer shorts that I sleep in on back to front. Doesn't say much for the rest of the last two days, I know.
Jings :<
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October 1, 2007
Adjusting to the adjusting
The teacher's away just now so there was wee change of guard at the shala this morning. It's interesting for me to watch myself watching and feeling other people adjust me and how each adjuster adjusts in a slightly different way. I've been getting squished quite a lot in paschimottanasana recently, which I really like as it's helping me work myself further under my knees for my daily toil with Bhujapidasana, and I think nearly all the adjusters help out differently. Some may use their hands for support and grounding, others for reaching over to straighten my feet or help me flex my ankles more, and others, and this is my favourite from today, give direction in the sense that their hands are stationary but moving along the line of motion my back (I guess) should be taking. This non static way of adjusting lets me fall in to the deeper realms of the stretch in the posture for me rather and seems to work with me rather than against where I am with the posture. I like it. I like it a lot. I know the very first time I thought about being teacher was when I go squished by my teacher in Glasgow so the adjustment in this posture's brought me a long way, physical, mentally and geographically than any other adjustment I receive. I guess in a bigger sense the spiritual journey it's brought me on, getting to know the me that is me is by far the most astounding aspect of the adjustment, the one where I become adjusted internally to who I am, and instead of resenting that or at least not liking it much, be more accepting and happier within and of myself.
It's a good thing to remember, that simply laying hands on someone, whether it be a helpful adjustment in a yoga class or the supporting gesture of a friend for someone in need, can have a more profound effect than can be seen or heard by the eyes and ears.
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