"Six inches above the ground"
Now this might be considered a positive idea by some("Six inches above the ground")....but at the moment it is the lack of grounding that is problematic...it sort of seems like a perpetual lack of grounding, as if just when my feet come down a huge wind gushes past making contact ever so unattainable.
I am not entirely sure where to begin today. Yoga is ever so present with me.....during my practice, during my day, during my night, during my smiles and my tears. It is a calm, it is a voice, it is reason, it is un-reason, it is nothing and everything. I have been focusing on my heart lately....opening, examining, internalizing, externalizing, knowing, experiencing. It is so very fragile, and yet so strong. My heart is connected inextricably to my truth, my truthfulness, my mind and spirit of life. When sadness weighs heavy, my heart swells, breaths, sustains me despite the aching. When I am content, perhaps even happy....my heart again is there as a support, as a place for all the energy to go and cool or heat as need be.
My heart is hurting right now, more than I even know how to express....but I tell you what, it is so strong....like a giant. And the physical strength that results is quite amazing....the torturous emotional waves are hard though....and then even my arms find it difficult to hold me up....but then....no problem. The cycle is strange and unpredictable.
"Contentment brings supreme happiness."
II.42 santosat anuttamah sukhalabhah
"Perfect concentration on the heart reveals the contents of the mind."
III.35 hrdaye cittasamvit
Through my practice over the past few days (Saturday, Monday and Tuesday) I have been facing some very difficult mental and emotional challenges. I do not expect that they will simply disappear because I am ready to face them....but I am feeling a little relieved, freed, liberated, and even amazed at myself.
Self-expression is so incredibly important to sanity, and perhaps even insanity (I am not entirely sure what the difference is at times), even when that expression is very difficult. I do not know what I would do if I was unable to speak....perhaps that would be good challenge for me, for a time.
Anyhow, this morning's practice was very intense....very strong, very light....like the pitter-patter of raindrops that fall just before the first clash of thunder and lightening, with the encompassing vaccuum and silence. Standing poses were fast, maybe too fast. The seated postures were all connected along one thread. I was noticably emotionally swinging between sadness and anger, to the point of near tears. But then my strength would fire up again, calm the turmoil.
Handstands were particularly "in the zone". Jump throughs and backs are getting better. I feel lighter each day. But I have yet to figure out how NOT to just barely touch down with my toes....not enough strength in the shoulders to pivot and "float" back...it is beginning to erk me, I can tell you.....and is amplified by my current state of mind.
I was helped quite a bit in Setu Bandasana.....I have been completely collapsing in my neck, bad lady. I think I was doing this to a certain extent because I did not "know" otherwise....but now I think I get it. It is a tough pose.....up until now it has been in the "hurry up and get it over with category".
Back bends were GREAT. Must be the heart opening......as they just flew past me, energy trailing beyond to carry me through the day. I am smiling even now, just thinking about this.
Yesterday, my teacher was very helpful in Ardha Baddha Padmottanasana.....she was trying to help me "find" the correct alignment in my hips so that they create a plane perpendicular to the floor. It is really hard to find this on your own. On one side she had me raise the bent leg hip up a bit, and the opposite was true on the other side...clearly I am a little disoriented. But is good to think about. In addition, she had me bring my feet a bit closer together in in the Pratsarita Padottasana A-D series to extend more in the spine.
Saturday's class was a "ladies" practice, so not much to write about really. I skipped practice on Friday as a "ladies holiday". Saturday was good though, very simple and slow, rejuvinating.
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Yoga is personal, so why am I so inclined to write about it, share my feelings, insights, short-comings, weaknesses, even craziness with others? I am beginning to feel very isolated in my daily life....perhaps this little train of words is my outreach, my contribution.


