One of my best friens came up from Santa Barbara this weekend. Scott is an artist, raises chickens in suburbia, ceramic artist, homebrewer (which I taught him), surfer, and kick ass dude. My brother now owns a still and Scott wanted to make some whiskey this weekend. I am a failed drinker. I think I lack dehydrogenase to digest it. One beer and done. Wine is rotten grapejuice that gives me headaches. Well, Saturday we spent 7 hours running the potstill. Sampling homemade whiskey, pear brandy, and homebrew that Scott brought with him. I sampled a bit of each, skipped practice Sunday, went hiking the Dipsea trail in Marin instead. And boy practice sucked today. Going through the motions as alcohol is still in my body. Or at least I can still smell in in me. Tight ass hips today! I did give Scott a private lesson on Sunday, and spent an hour and a half teaching the sun salutes. That was greatly informative for us both. One of my points to him was the practice is constant, and it informs me of my life. Of how my diet is, am I getting enough sleep and rest, etc. It seems like I can only practice yoga. I try adding other things, spinning, hiking, running, and my back tightens and my practice suffers. IS ashtanga yoga running my life? I guess so. But at the same time it is the source of power in my life. When I don't practice, I don't feel as good, as light, as strong and balanced. And almost eveyone I meet through yoga kicks as. Especially Ashtangis. Anyone pacticing everyday is a motivated person. Have never me so many pHDs in my life. And caring about the world in general. Loving Life