Rain during harvest.
RAIN DURING HARVEST. Not good. Not good at all.
I can’t admit it out loud at work for fear that I’ll be stoned to death by my coworkers, but before I go to work, I can admit it here: I love it. It’s grey and flannel feeling… cold and insulating. The clouds, dark and swollen, slowly drift across the hills and vineyards. Winemakers hope and pray for a sunny day tomorrow so the grapes have the chance to dry before botrytis grows. And the vineyard crews work feverishly, beginning as early as 3 a.m. this morning, to bring in as much of this year’s crop as possible before the grapes get too wet.
Ladies Holiday is over, and while I’m quite ready to resume my practice, I’m also a bit hesitant… I find myself almost dreading this afternoon. I’m afraid of bhekasana. I have no idea why… I imagine this is how some folks feel about kapotasana, but that beast just doesn’t frighten me. But bhekasana… that pose scares the shit out of me.
Anxiety. Relax. Let it go. Breathe.