Some updates in the world of Ashtanga:
We had a new enologist start at the Winery a few months ago. She’s tons of fun, and we eat lunch together almost every day. (I’m telling you this in order to illustrate a later point.) The other day she overheard one of the Tasting Room employees asking me about what kind of yoga she should practice or something like that.
“Wait, you do yoga?” New Enologist asked me.
My jaw dropped. How is it possible that I’ve known this woman for over 2 hours and she doesn’t know that I practice yoga and am absolutely OBSESSED with anything Ashtanga?
“Yes, every morning! I’m absolutely OBSESSED with anything Ashtanga! You didn’t know I practiced yoga?”
“Well I knew you were really into food…”
Aha! Ever since a certain blow-up with the husband around my OBSESSION with anything Ashtanga, I’ve been internalizing. I read sutras only in private. I write very little about my practice. And I almost (almost) never speak about my practice in public anymore.
This little light of mine. Lately, I only let it shine on the inside.
Drunk Yoga is hardly ever a good idea. Two weeks ago, I had a bottle (or was it two?) of wine with an old friend and we were playing with her Cutest Little Girl EVER, doing handstands and headstands and pincha mayurasana and whatever else we could think of. Wait, I should revise this. Friend was sitting on the couch watching me do handstands and headstands and pincha mayurasana. So then I tried handstand to Bakasana. Then Bakasana to Tittibasana. Then *plop* into Kurmasana. Shimmying around into Supta Kurmasana, I felt a POP in my shoulder.
And two weeks later, I still have yet to come back into full Supta Kurmasana. The muscle between my neck and my shoulder (?) is pulled or strained or something, and it protests in that pose and only that pose.
So NO MORE DRUNK YOGA.
At least not until I get drunk again, I guess.
Our Sunday Led Primary class (read: the ONLY ashtanga class offered in San Luis Obispo) is coming to an unceremonious close on June 25th. So I will no longer be teaching. I have mixed feelings about this….
On one hand, it saddens me that people seem to be so AFRAID of ashtanga yoga in San Luis Obispo. I know it’s not a practice for the meek, but I, of course, want to share it and its benefits with everyone I meet.
On the other hand, Sundays are the only days I have to drive down to Santa Barbara to practice with my instructor, my only link to a true Parampara. So without the commitment of teaching a class every other sunday, my calendar is much more open to roadtrips to SB. This may sound a bit selfish, but that’s the largest reason I was willing to give up the fight and end the class. That, and the inconsistent attendance. And the fact that I feel like I’m not ready to teach but it was forced upon me.
Who am I to teach?