Why live on the Central Coast? Saturday morning was spent at Montana de Oro, mountain biking with friends. After the ride, beers were cracked open, shirts were taken off in favor of sports bras, and suntans were had by all. In December. On the ocean. Why live on the Central Coast? It’s 79 degrees out right now. The vineyards mark the golden hills with stripes of red, orange, and purple. How does one find the Holiday Spirit while sunbathing in mountain bike shorts?
The drive to Santa Barbara was difficult Sunday morning. Sleepdriving. No, not really. Practice was practice. The left hand found the right wrist to bind in Pasasana on the first side, while the heels rested on the mat folded once over. On the second side, the hands were bound, but heels rested on the same plane as the toes. The shoulder aches, a dull ache mostly, but it sharpens in certain poses. The hands bound in Supta Kurmasana first, then David crossed the feet on top of the head. Letting go of the attachment to crossing my own feet before binding the hands is difficult, but perhaps necessary for healing to begin. Bhekasana is still far from perfect, but is apparently “good enough” to be moved on to Dhanurasana and Parsva Dhanurasana. Oh, the shoulders. And after these two poses, backbends feel like a dream and hands are taken directly to ankles in the third dropback with no drama, no blackouts, and even breathing throughout. Lovely.
Some new pictures were uploaded to the New House set…. click on the Flickr link on the sidebar to see them. The progress is exciting!