Friday night practice was the usual flowing joy. Did I need it after a week over the keyboard, my head sinking into my neck, neck sinking into shoulders, back collapsing into the organs. It took the Surya’s to begin to open, Easter pressing into my sacrum and lengthening my spine out again. Seated asanas were not as deep as I know they can be, but with a busy, exciting weekend looming it took a lot to keep the mind on the breath.
Now seem to have lost Mari D, but hope it will return. Supta K without help was good. Managed a couple of satisfying backbends, I’m getting there, especially when I can take my time getting into them, right foot still has a mind of its own.
Felt much better after practice, work drags me down so much, practice brings me back to life.
Practice around my birthday is a measure, despite being a year nearer decreptitude, my physical practice is now more open and mentally deeper and more concentrated and conncted. I have also slowed down getting into the postures.
Easter gave me the practice for my birthday, yoga what a lovely present to receive.