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September 26, 2006
Sent Mail
To: yoga@lotuscentre.ca
Subject: London yoga resources
I'm an Ashtanga yoga practitioner who's just recently moved to London, and I'm trying to find my place within London's yoga community. I know that the Lotus Centre doesn't really offer Ashtanga classes, but I'm wondering if you know of any Ashtanga practitioners in town who do offer classes, and/or who maintain personal mysore style practices.
Really what I'm hoping to do is establish an Ashtanga morning self-practice group, as I find that practising with others is so beneficial to both energy levels as well as the creation of a community.
If you have an tips, suggestions, resources, or know of anyone who would be interested, please let me know.
Thanks so much,
Andrea
Posted by alegato at 2:19 PM | Comments (2)
September 20, 2006
The short of it...
Yes, I've been AWOL.
No, nothing major's happened. You know. Just the usual stuff.
--I moved in with The Guy
--I inteviewed for a new job
--I got the new job
--I started the new job
--I had two amazing practices last week
--I am blissfully, emphatically, insanely happy
....more later.
Posted by alegato at 7:39 AM | Comments (2)
September 5, 2006
Bittersweet
Shit. I made my mum sad. I am making my mum sad. My mum is sad.
I got home from an extended long weekend at The Guy's place and told her about my plans to officially move there next Saturday. She got angry. I was surprised, as I thought she'd be proud of me for doing all the planning myself. Instead she was upset that she wasn't part of the planning process. I thought she'd be happy when I told her my brother, dad and stepmum had offered to help (as she usually complains that they've never helped me move), but instead she was upset that I hadn't asked her to help.
And then the whole truth came out. She's really sad that I'm leaving. She misses me when I'm not here on weekends.
I know that I just have to keep living my life. If my stepdad was still in hospital of course I'd stay here. But he's not. And I knew it would hurt her. I've been racked with guilt for weeks. But once my stepdad came home and things seemed to settle down and I left my job...I just figured that she knew what was coming next (and she did know, it's not like I've been deceitful about my plans).
But it still sucks to hurt your mum. It really does. And there's this whole loss of innocence that occurs when you see your parents need you just as much as you need them.
So I'm sitting. And I'm a little weepy. And I know that my decision is made, and that it's the right one, but I feel like since everything happened this summer, everything feels bittersweet. Everything is tinged with anxiety. Every time the phone rings I brace myself for the worst. And something that I'm really happy about makes my mum sad.
Practised this morning. Fell asleep for 15 minutes in savasana. Practice again tomorrow morning.
Now I'm going to go to bed and repeat the sentence, "I am not a bad daughter," over and over and over again, until I fall asleep.
Posted by alegato at 10:42 PM | Comments (6)