I was planning on practicing today. I know, bad lady. I was going to get up and get on my mat and to hell with the full moon because I had already taken Sunday off.
But then Jody reminded me of all the bad things that happen to people when they practice on a moonday. Broken toes. Stomach flus. Countless freak accidents on and off the mat.
Why tempt fate? So I slept in. As far as NaYoPracMo goes, I’m still an ashtangi at heart, through and through. I will not practice Asana on Saturdays and moondays, and I usually take 2-3 days off for ladies holiday. But I will practice other limbs of yoga today: Yama and Niyama. And maybe some Pratyahara this evening while my students are in Savasana.
And truth be told, I usually follow my instructor’s observed moondays. So yesterday should have been my moonday. Hm. And yet I practiced yesterday. And no unfortunate fate befell me. So maybe the whole moonday thing is a hoax. Eeek! Puh. Puh. Puh. That’s me spitting those words away. I didn’t just say that. Please don’t strike me down dead, oh Fullish Moon.