We leave Mysore bendy and happy thinking this is how our practice is meant to be and will continue to be from this day forth. But whether it’s the long journey home that begins with that bumpy 4 hour taxi ride or landing back in to a cold north European winter the reality is pretty soon something rather different. We probably don’t get back on our mat for a couple of days and when we do we are cranky and stiff.
You begin to wonder what’s gone wrong, you return to the comfortable familiarity of your home Shala space and the responsibilities of work and home, although you want your practice to remain the priority, the reality is life takes over again and it seems to take even more dedication to crawl out from under the duvet every morning.
Post Mysore Ashtangi’s would benefit from a “half way house” for a week or so, somewhere not too cold so they can acclimatise to being back in the real world.
As I’ve discovered there are things beyond our control than can put paid to our good intentions of continuing the work. The sudden illness that hit me so soon after I landed back in reality has not improved, three times to hospital and now on a 3 month waiting list for surgery. It seems being cooped up in that uncomfortable aircraft seat for 9 hours was the final straw. I can’t be sure it was the flight, but at least my body waited until I landed back home before it caved in.
I am back on my mat and doing the practice I can, trying to get as fit as I can for the surgery and yet another period of recovery.