Ashtanga Traveler

4 weeks from today....on the way...Boston, LA, and then SF....:)

After drifting effortlessly off to sleep last night and not hearing the gillions kid wakes up (C did )...you would have thought I was ready for mat madness...eh-eh. Oh how funny it is when nothing goes your way, like nothing.

Had to get petrol on the way in....consequently had to deal with the crazy guy at the local gas station, he is missing some very important connections....

No parks...I am not kidding...this has never happened to me before....not at 6am...I had to park way the hell away, making me rather late for class, and in the "by the door" spot, which just plain sucks.

So after a painful start, it just seemed to get worse. The only highlight, funnily enough, was kapotasana....it rocked....nice and steady, strong, fluid breath, no resistence, all good.

I fell over.....that is FELL OVER in walking Titibhasana.....and no, despite all this fucking yoga I am still not coordinated enough to actually unwrap myself enough to break the fall....so that would have been one for the lookers let me tell you. Grace is lacking enough in that god-awful pose.......then again there was that time when the old right boob came out of my shirt and nearly hit me on the chin....not sure which of these two incidents is worse.....

SO next up was karandavasana.....yeah it sucked, how could it not. I do not think I need to go into all the gorey details....but let's just say at the end my teacher just said....well, there is just NO LIFT, is there? Um, nope.

Mayurasana was okay....I think I am now sort of managing to keep the body parralell, well for a 1/10 th of a sec....does that count?

I think I am up for a redo later this afternoon.....yoga mind eraser here I come.

3 weeks today...and NYC might be on the cards for a day or two before the SF stop over.....x-fingers....but if any of you NYC cats see me in the room don't be shy....I am not sure I will know far enough in advance to organize to meet up with you....so be BOLD..... I tend to be little miss shy girl.

...that your mind is in control of a lot more than you think? I would suggest that this possibility in and of itself is one reason to try and maintain a "positive" outlook, versus fall into the cynical well.

So here goes the "list" of strange coincidents.....

A few weeks ago I was subjected to some incredibly serious racial and sexist verbal assaults while exitting my neighborhood onto the main road....and why? well I am still not entirely sure, but I think he was miffed that my "white-femaleness" was responsible for him having to beep me to go on the green....yes he had to wait like 10 sec longer than the sometimes 10 minutes it takes for this stupid light to change...and there is no left on red like there is in many places (the equivalent being right on red in countries that actually have people driving on the correct side of the road)..... I was indeed so shaken up that I did file a complaint with the New Zealand Police, detailing the incident with the dirver's plate number as well as a witness plate number....I mean he did threaten to "beat me to death".... I have seen this crazy P-head orange civic driver since then...so I know where he lives, or at least who he visits in my neighboorhood.....like 10 houses away..... but to my chagrin I have now been informed by the NZ Police that they have in fact written a letter to the driver informing him of my complaint with the suggestion that he drive more safely next time (he over took my on the median for Christ Sake and then swerved several times across lanes of traffic while given my the fingers in his rear vision mirror...he was not even holding onto his wheel at this point.....it was not until we both stopped at the near by light that I was able to hear the racket of insults....including...(can I even say this on a blog?) "get out of my neighboorhood you fucking white cunt!" Yahoo, that is a goodie....I am thinking to myself, "this guy has some anger management issues" and "I hope he does not get out of his car"....

Next item.....watched "Crash" last night....okay I am scared to go to the US now, thanx very much....people are "angry" everywhere....and they all point to race issues, huh? Some of it is true (racial injustice is a serious and tragic condition), but ya know, I think it also comes down to the fact we are angry, greedy, power loving, resentful, and violent.... and that crosses culture, sex and colour, or so it seems to in the movie.

So then I get up at alittle past 5 and head to yoga.....hmmm, turn the corner onto the small, quiet street that the yoga school is on...it is mid-city, but is like I said small and quiet....and well, there is this huge, dark fucking SUV parking near the end of the street. I think to myself...well that is a bit odd...I was about 10 minutes late so most of the yoga students would have already arrived....maybe this is just another late person....or maybe the person is going to go to the gym downstairs from us.....so I go ahead a park before the SUV, watching to see who it is..... it was alittle out of the ordinary....a guy gets out, medium height, long dark pony tail, dressed casually....not a yoga student, and also not someone going to the gym....hmmmm....who else would be parking here at this hour....so I start to feel a bit creepy....I also park in back of super flash black Mercedes....and try my best to not hit the car as I park (I was sweet)....but I drive a heap of a mtisu chariot...yeah a 7 seater, but it ain't a mini-van. I get out, and lock the car...then go around and check the back...it is open so I lock it as well....then B-line for the yoga school and half a block in the other direction....

On the mat, things were sweet til I got to KV. I said right there and then to the teacher... "this is probably going to be crappy"...and then straight away I said "of course it is, because that is what I am thinking"....she smiled and nodded in agreement. KV was okay, not great, but not as bad as I thought...so maybe the awareness of my negativity changed the outcome...hmmmm....

Not so for my car....I finished practice, had a nice chat with my teachers and then headed out....I walked down the street and looked over towards the driver side locks.....and funny the car was not locked. I know I locked it. As I am walking around the back towards the dirver door I notice the back seats are pushed forward, and then I see the sparkle of glass....everywhere....look to the passenger side window...GONE....they ruffled through the entire car, pulled every last piece of paper out of the glove box (sorry no joints in there).... they took my camera....okay, I know why did I leave my camera in the car....dumb ass...okay well you already know I am a dumb ass from various other things that have happened to me...but actually the reason the camera was left behind was because I did not see the camera on the seat as it was underneath my kids jumpers and togs..... I usually keep it in my bag....so I could not see it....and I do not believe...the jerk-off who smashed my window could have seen it either....but he might have seen the USB cord.... anyway, they could not have been too hunger because they did not take my post-practice snack also sitting on the seat....and they probably did not have kids...cuz I had heaps of kid stuff in the car.....

So did I bring this on myself? I definitely sensed something was amiss......
and why would someone break into my car, when the sweet as Merc was just another 10 feet away?

And, after getting over the scene of things I then thought..."wow, broken glass all over my children's shoes and clothing, so unnerving....I should take a photo of this...."

....PEACENESS with you as you lie down for relaxation." Peaceness, what the hell is that? I actually said this last night in class, not joking...I nearly burst into laughter hearing myself make up this totally new word....but how inappropriate right after sitting for some quiet breathing, before lying down in final relaxation.....what I was trying to say, what I usually say is peace and bliss....clearly what they got last night was the microwaved version of that....

Oh well, so it goes...I had great time in the class, so what if my English is partially made up. This morning's Mysore class was also great....I felt like I got to spend some really good time with just about everyone in the class....my own practice was more or less a joke starting at 4:30am....but whatever, another day.

who is in? In an attempt to score sweet mat space I think we need a plan....some to creat diversions, some to discover secret entrances thereby flooding the room prior to the front door opening....some to make sure we are in deed all registered, waivers signed etc, perhaps a few people going as themselves as well as carrying mask look alikes of the rest of us....some on to make the mad dash with all our mats to score the best spots and then standing FIRM, slapping everyone silly that even dares to think about moving one of ours..... I think we might need some sort of secert password between us, maybe a bela clava......hmmm......

Okay so I have 32 hours left to get all the shit done I have to do before taking off.... how? No idea. I have a deadline for work...the car needs a new window put in and a warrant, I have pressies to pick up for family and friends...and some things to grab for the boys as well. I have an assignment due for a workshop I am doing (for yoga).....and I have a massive headache....which has been lingering for the past week. I think it has to do with allergies....but I am sure the stress is not helping.

I have not packed, but I did locate my passport (it has not expired, thankfully). I cannot find any of my US bank/credit cards....so that means the first thing I have to do is sort that out when I arrive. I am stressing about leaving my kids for the first time for so long.....and Craig is talking about "the last days of our marriage."

At the same time...I am going tomorrow, wow.