Malefic Tuesday once again. And I’m thinking about one of my favorite things: my Sunday practices at home.
This past Sunday, I wandered down to my yoga room (as usual) sometime around 7:30 a.m. My husband was cooking his breakfast and he called down the stairs after me: “Let me know if you want a new pose. I’ll give you one.” I laughed as I rolled out my mat. And as I began my sun salutations, I realized I could do 5 and 5 instead of my normal condensed version: 3 and 3. I had all the time in the world. After Supta Kurmasana, I sat up and attempted to come into it via dwi pada… which still eludes me unless someone else sticks my legs back there. But I had time to at least try it. And then I spent a loooong time in finishing. 25 breaths in Sarvangasana and Sirsasana. About 10 minutes of Padmasana. 35 breaths in Uth Pluthi. And then I fell asleep in Savasana. I woke up with that relaxed feeling that I used to have at the end of all of my practices. All of this took a little over two hours.
Currently on weekdays I wake up at 5 in order to squeeze in my practice. I get on my mat by about 5:15. I finish all of primary and second up to bharadvajrasana, all the backbending the tall one has given me, and a quick rushed finishing series by 7. I shower and pour a to-go cup of joe. Kiss Tay on the cheek as I grab my lunch from the fridge and run out the door. I leave Paso Robles by 7:35. I sit in my car and try not to speed and listen to NPR and get angry at our current administration. Sigh. I drink my coffee. I pull off the freeway in SLO and watch the vineyards go by. I get to work in Arroyo Grande just after 8:30, stressed-out and exhausted already.
On Sunday I thought about how much I love waking up just a little bit later, and practicing at a natural, leisurely pace rather than a somewhat frantic one. I thought about how after practice, I like to drink my coffee while sitting out on the deck in the sunshine, taking little bites out of a piece of toast and some homemade strawberry jam that my friend gave me, curling my toes in delight. And then I realized that in a few short weeks, beginning August 17th, this will be my daily reality.
Random fact: I have dandruff. (???) Setu bandhasana again, perhaps?