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In a different moment

March 27, 2019

Being truly in the moment, i.e. Not doing something while thinking about something else, like doing dropbacks, truly present with concentration in order to not land on your head, as opposed to doing a forward bend and thinking about what you are going to have for breakfast. In my formative yoga years I always seem to be in that place, with my only external thought being how long is she going to make us stay in this position or doesn’t she know what comes after 3? As the years have gone on and some poses have become (relatively) easy my mind does seem to take a while to get in the “zone”, breath, bandha & Drishte. It also depends where I’m practising, at the Shala it’s much easier to focus and find that place, at home it’s much harder, too many potential external interruptions.

Sometimes it’s good to do something off the mat and completely out of your comfort zone, where you are forced to find that place of one pointed focus where there are no mental interruptions. We had a work day out last week, it was a spying mission but we won’t go there. The day involved an indoor assault course, archery and an escape room, little did I know that the day would finish with a 65ft high adult climbing frame, known as “High Ropes”, there’s nothing like standing on a 3inch wide metal beam 50feet up over a car park in Birmingham. It was challenging both mentally and physically and I ached in different places to the usual yoga places when I woke up the next morning


Still here, just…

January 12, 2019

I don’t know how or even why I’m still here, I really didn’t want to be. Life is still in a cul-de-sac of despair, but somehow I’ve managed not to take the ultimate action. A few people at AYL who know who they are, have kept me going by email, text and What’s App and some yogis further away across a Pond and one who lives quite near and is often my mat neighbour at the local shala. It’s ironic that I don’t actually have much family, one sister and a distant cousin, so without the Yoga community I would of lacked any support and most likely wouldn’t be here.

The Yoga community shows it true value, worth and meaning at times like these. At difficult times in the past it’s been my practice that’s kept me going, but since Mum’s funeral I’ve had chronic IBS, rubbish, interrupted sleep, dizzy spells and have passed out twice and just feel permanently wrecked and tired. The shala being shut over Christmas didn’t help, I could have benefited from having that place and that space, both mental and physical.

It’s taken a bit of kicking off with Adult care services to get any help for my Dad with his dementia, after I told them how I felt about life and what my preferred option was with regard to not wanting it to carry on, they sent an Emergency assessor the next day, but the sheer level of lowness and desperation you have to get to before help comes is terrifying.

Finally they are putting Dad in respite care next month and are going to do some practical things so that we can survive, he still at times thinks Mum is alive, I truly can’t cope with all his needs, at this time I can hardly cope with my own and the Assessor reported my state to my GP. I didn’t know they had the “power” to do that.

Annoyingly my practice has turned to crap, not surprising considering I’ve gone from 5-6 days a week to maybe 2 and dealing with all this shit, a few half practices which started off with good intentions but have seen me collapse on the floor unable to force myself up from an Upward Dog, too tired, so I just stay there and eventually drag myself to bed.

Now the Shala’s have started to reopen I’m starting to practice at some level again, it’s easier when there’s heat, help and no distractions, but my practices feel heavy and it’s a fight to the finish before I run out of energy, practice doesn’t have the satisfaction and joy that I want, let alone need.

My GP told me I need a proper break as well as some other actions, it’s been a year without one now and she has signed off on Dad’s respite care with the proviso that I get away at the same time and get a proper rest.

It’s all over

December 21, 2018

Its been the day to say goodbye to Mum, a sense of loss, but no sense of closure, though now being left to care for Dad alone it’s the sense that my life is over, my life’s not been worth living for over a year anyway, so no change, no feeling of moving on, just being stuck where I’ve been stuck for so long with no chance of change or reason to wake in the morning. Now stuck alone with Dad’s dementia,no chance of a break until one of us dies, I don’t care which one of us ,no escape,no peace no life until life itself becomes extinct.

2018 What a crap year

December 8, 2018

This year, 2018, began on a high of being in Byron Bay for a couple of weeks in February, practicing in one of my favorite Shala’s on the planet, seeing friends , being warm and paddling in the sea.

I landed back in the U.K. at the end of February to the start of a nightmare year and since then life and my wish to even live at times to the point of going to bed hoping not to wake up and giving serious thought to jumping in front of the train on a Sunday rather than get on it. This still seems a more than viable option, well it would if London NorthWestern Railways weren’t so fucking abysmal.

I returned from Downunder to my mother having fallen and broken her Pelvis in 4 places, screaming the house down in pain, screaming at my Dad for not doing what he was told, a feeling of total inadequacy until finally they re admitted Mum to hospital, where she spent the following 5 months.

Then in March to be diagnosed with a cataract at 53 and suddenly needing surgery again, I’ve spent far too much time in hospitals since the Sepsis and MRSA episode in 2011. Two days before the surgery I came home to find my Father sprawled across the Living room floor having broken his Femur, so instead of resting before my operation I was in A&E until 3am with him. He spent the next 4 months in hospital.

In July they both came home, but not before I’d had to “sell” or give away the complete contents of my Dining room, so a hospital bed could be installed. Then the stress really began, trying to look after their needs, work, my health which has no doubt deteriorated massively from the stress. I’ve lost weight, have dizzy spells in supermarkets after Yoga, have weeks of feeling shattered and I know I look like shit at times.

Though August did have the mini high of standing up from a backdrop for the first time in a couple of years, it hasn’t lasted.

And here we are in December, it’s now me screaming at Dad, his dementia and the stress of having to watch every little thing he does has sent me over the edge as he flooded the kitchen yet again. Worrying every day when I come home from work about whether he or the house will still be standing.

And where’s Mum in all this?, well she is in hospital with multiple organ failure waiting to be transferred to a local Hospice for her final few days.

For a year that started so well in sunny Australia it’s been nothing but shit and stress ever since, with a bit of luck I won’t wake up tomorrow.

Fun while it lasted

September 23, 2018

My practice seems to run in cycles, from knackered and just get to the end, do it all and don’t feel (too) knackered and rarely , flying with dropping back and standing up. The first two types are my defaults depending on outside factors a lot of the time, these first two have been how it is since returning from Mysore in 2015.

Type 3- Flying, has lasted just about a month after that first completely unintentional freak stand up, then being able to do it, then sporadically being able to do it. Now we seem to have returned to a combination of the defaults and not being able to do it. At least I know it’s possible.

A week ago I got in a bonus week day practice at AYL with L. A nice practice assisted by H who had stayed on I later found out because L had asked his thoughts on moving me on to Lhagu and Kapo. She wanted to know, bearing in mind age, physicality and all the surgery of the last few years if H thought Ustrasana, where I’m currently at, would be my final, last posture, or whether I could go on. I had wondered why H had stayed and done all my adjustments that morning, then left the Shala as I decamped to the Finishing Room. I’m glad I didn’t know it was a kind of audition. His advice being that I will move on at some point, but not just yet, in his words “too much pain”.

So until I get another cycle of Flying and nail the standing up game an Asana spurt isn’t on the cards anytime soon. To be honest Ustrasana feels like enough physically and mentally at this time. Someone asked me the other day if I’m going to be “split” soon as I have such a long practice, lol I wish!

I think this is another example of why many of us go to AYL, it’s not shiny, doesn’t have showers, only minuscule changing cubicles, BUT it has teachers who care and H supports his teachers by hanging around for an extra hour to watch their students practice. Not to mention L taking the trouble to ask him in the first place.

This is also the perfect example of Dena’s comment about the teacher who holds you at a pose cares about you, as opposed to the teacher who gives you poses because they want to keep you.

Back but for how long?

August 26, 2018

It was January 2015 at AYL, just before I left for 5 weeks in Mysore that it last happened, that’s 3 years and 7 months ago and I had come to the conclusion that I would be now forever stuck, able to drop back but no longer able to stand up again, at least not without assistance.

I had hoped those 5 weeks in Mysore would finally re nail the dropbacks, having had them before I broke my shoulder in 2012, but those weeks in India seemed to just take away those hard fought for gains.

The day after I returned from Mysore I collapsed and ended up in an out of A&E and eventually yet another operation and long period of recovery.

A workshop weekend with Harmony Slater and a comment in the Q&A about dropbacks, “3 isn’t enough and you need to walk the hands in, do 6, do 9, build up, rock the Urdva Dhanurasana”, made me realize I needed to do more and so it’s been a very long process, interrupted by this years cataract surgery.

A while back I heard Louise tell someone not to get fixated on their struggles with a posture, to give it three good goes, then forget it, do the work, but don’t get frustrated.

The other day Louise’s words were going through my head while I was doing dropbacks, I dropped and rocked with no expectation, then suddenly realized my centre of gravity had changed and I was actually coming up, I have no idea how it happened, but after 3 + years I had finally came up to standing. A complete freak, standing there thinking did that just happen? Then doing the happy dance

😊 💃 😁 💃 😊 💃 😁 💃 😊 💃 😁 💃 😊 💃 😁 💃 😊 💃 😁 💃 😊 💃 😁 💃

Since then I’ve managed to come up on 4 days, it’s very sporadic and I just hope it’s going to stay around, but with expectation or at least a degree of hope now instead of zero of either it’s a different proposition, the word “Mind fuck” comes to mind. Some ups during the 4 days have been decidedly dangerous, bouncing off a chest of Drawers on one occasion and none have felt as smooth, controlled and easy as that first unexpected one.

I think it may have been the universe giving me a gift after all the months of crap, I just hope it doesn’t want it back.

Dena in Edinburgh-Day 6 Blue Moon practice

July 20, 2018

Yesterday I heard Dena telling someone not to add something in to their practice, as tomorrow was the day for breaking the rules!

Usually on the last day everyone comes back to practice together, doing a modified primary, so that all abilities are catered for. In all the 20 years of practicing with her today was the first time I've done her "Blue moon" practice on the last day. Dena calls it that as it's literally once in a blue moon she does it! And it breaks all the usual rules!

As usual we began with pranayama, holding Kumbhaka and Jalandhara Baddha on the inhale and letting the breath out in Brahmans. Dena talking how Yoga is the body's relationship to Gravity and about how sometimes it's good to not be tied to the dogma and sequence and series, to do a practice that helps the body move in new directions, but which may help when we return to our regular practice.

Practice was an eclectic challenging mix of series, variations and sequences based around the Surya Namaskar, where she would usually have us do an up dog she instead variously added in 2nd series poses like Salabhasana, Bhekasana and Dhanurasana. In Surya B via the warriors to the splits, in steps so that everyone could go as far as was comfortable, it's what happens on your own mat and not someone else's that matters. Moving from warrior to the third series arm balance and back to standing, then doing a balance with a twist before moving through to repeat the whole mini sequence on the other side.

We did Urdva Dhanurasana again in stages, via bridges. I thought after backbends it would be closing of some kind, but no it was back to some of the seated primary series poses Tiriang and a dynamic Janu A with a twist holding the foot with the opposite hand. Dynamic Navasana, using Bandha to control going back towards the floor then coming back up.

Then back to 2nd series with Krounchasana, where Dena talked about how we lose the Samasthiti integrity, compromising the back and coming forward because the hamstrings aren't open enough to straighten the leg. Don't try for the final pose if your body isn't ready, do it with integrity and your back will thank you.

Deep squats, preparing for Pasasana, how students roll up their mats or use a block to compensate for not being able to have their heals on the floor, Dena had us just put the elbow outside the knee and twist, the bind being the least important part of the pose, squat stability first, twist second, bind last. Though here is a fine example of too many teachers, I asked Sharath in a conference in Mysore which was more important heals or bind and he said to bind!

Dena said this is often a pose students are held at by their teacher and she said the following

"The teacher who holds you at a posture doesn't care about keeping you, but cares about you."

We then moved on to leg behind head, she said if you are not comfortable in Kurmasana you certainly won't be in Eka and Dwi Pada. If you try and force it, eventually you will pop your neck and lower back out. Lying on our backs she has us incrementally try to bring the toe to the nose, then the heal to the forehead, then LBH. I think any chance of me getting to Eka or Dwi Pada is limited to say the least in this lifetime, even though I'm pretty good at Supta K.

Finally on to our backs to rest and listen to her chanting, hers is a lyrical, joyful chant, not the monotone drone. That's how this week has been, hard work, but joyful and fun, surrounded by a lovely group of practitioners.

Dena in Edinburgh-Day 5 – The sauna.

July 19, 2018

Our last mysore style practice today. Thanks to builders cutting up concrete they hadn't been able to air the room after the first group had finished, so the room was pretty warm when our turn came, not that I complained, I would far rather it's hot.

The noise the builders were making made it hard to hear Dena during the pranayama at the start and I think we didn't do as much of that today before we stood up to chant the opening mantra and get going. A very hot sweaty practice, easy to bend and flow, though my cataract free left eye didn't like the sting from the sweat. My Surya B was observed, I didn't realize until I jumped back to the front of my mat to find Dena standing in front of it, I came to standing, she nodded and walked off. As she said once "watching to see if you're doing it right" and knowing that as she hadn't intervened that it must have passed.

Another day of being mostly left alone, except Dena returned for Prasarita D, I can't remember the last time I got an adjustment in that. She likes to see students struggle and make an effort, she watched me wrestling my left arm in to place for Mari D, I thought she was going to help as I felt her behind me, but my fingers found each other and I just felt her towel flick my fingers as she walked away. She did return once I'd squirmed my own way in to Supta K, making it tighter.

For some reason today, even with Jack's help I couldn't quite bind Pasasana, I've done it every other day, so why not today, grrr. Bhekasana again for a 4th day running, lovely assist from Anika. I've loved the way Dena has others assist, especially when it's been friends all week doing it, Anika today, Bente a couple of days, Annetta and Andrea, it's nice when you know the people when you come to a workshop like this.

Somehow today I didn't end up at the end of the Dropback, Handstand, Tic Toc, oops I mean Viparita Chakorasana queue , as she told my mat neighbor today, use the proper name! Dena commented to those of us in the queue to keep doing something, hang backs, sun salutations etc to keep warm, but i for one was warm enough and didn't want to waste my energy.

By this point I'd turned my rug over to find a dry bit to try and get some traction, Dena even remarked more hand traction today as I came up from the 4th assisted dropback. It's been great to get help 4 days running. And I had time for a full closing and little Savasana today.

Weirdly practicing in that heat I didn't feel wiped out like can sometimes happen, you know those days when you leave your mat bag in Pret like I did a couple of Sundays ago and had to get the train back to London to collect it.

I came across a nice little cafe called Peppers earlier in the week and I've gone there each morning after practice, served by two friendly girls from Brazil and Barbados, they know me now, the giant tea mug, croissant and whisper it quietly a bacon sandwich, I need the protein for all this Yoga.

Dena in Edinburgh-Day 3 & 4 Mysore mornings

July 18, 2018

Practice is prompt and there's not enough time. Dena talked to us about the thought of not having enough time to do what we want to or need to. The importance of allotting time for an activity, whether that be Yoga practice or anything else. When you are doing that activity to give it your 100% attention and not be thinking about what else you have to do later on.

Each morning has started with a few words, some pranayama, chanting and then practice. There are people doing primary, some doing as I do primary and some intermediate, there was a truly bendy girl next to me this morning doing third series. But Dena told us everyone's practice is equal in that room, just making the effort and committing to it is enough, it's just a practice after all, doing your best on any given day, not to get caught up in the wanting new poses, wanting your backbend to be as deep as the girl opposite.

My practice has become consistent, with Dena I faff less, jump more and generally have a more joined up practice. More help the last couple of days with Bente and Annetta assisting as well, PPC, Mari C, Supta K. Every day help arrives in Bhekasana, which if I'm honest is the only one in my practice where I do need some help because of my shoulder.

I didn't think Scotland would be warm enough to need my chalk ball, but I'm glad I brought it with me now, my hands need any extra traction they can get in Urdva Dhanurasana to stop them sliding out.

Dropbacks are where time stands still and the clock marches on, the dropback queue seems longer each morning, I do my own, but I'm conscious of not doing too much and not having the energy or strength left for the assisted ones, but I also need to keep warm and loose. Dena arrives, I'm the penultimate dropper, you have her full attention and 3 or 4 seem to happen without any fuss.

Time is now pressing, the centre want their studio back for kiddies ballet or whatever follows us. I'm doing the shoulder stand sequence and hear Jack say "4 minutes", so I have to abandon the rest of closing to get a short Savasana instead.

Times up
This afternoon I went to the chanting class led by Sarah Hatcher, or as someone I won't name called it "The crèche with a bit of Sanskrit"! I didn't mind, it's a part of being part of a Yoga community. We chanted the sutras while toy cars zoomed across the floor, bricks and blocks were piled high and toddlers ran around the room.

Wandering today I came across another Drummond Street, minus AYL.

Dena in Edinburgh-Day 2 Mysore

July 17, 2018

. Dance Base, our shala for the week

The first of 4 days of mysore practice, much more my preferred option, in my own time and in my own headspace. She started with a pranayama exercise and then the 3 minute breath count, I must be getting better at this, 8 slow breaths, I remember the first time I did this exercise with her, my count was nearer 15.

Dena led the first few Surya's then set us loose to find our our own rhythm and pulse of practice. After all these years I'm used to her "ways", she watches you, you think she's going to adjust, then she's gone, or sometimes the assist arrives and you haven't even realised she's in the vicinity. She watched me doing Mari D, the usual struggle on the first side to get my arm round, but once I bind she's gone.

The class is scheduled for 2 hours, so by the time we have done the initial pranayama it's a case of focusing and getting on with it if you want to do your full practice. I actually find if I have to get on with it I have a far better practice, more time only means more time to faff, procrastinate, think, slow down and lose focus and momentum. I'm mostly left alone, though Dena got me to take a longer stance in Uttita Parsvakonasana, Mari C from Dena, helped in to Supta K by Jack. Then assisted in Pasasana and Bhekasana before Dena arrives for dropbacks. She refers to me as "funny feet" as she has always noticed my feets propensity for doing their own thing in dropbacks, basically turning out to alarming angles which make me wonder why my Janu C is so crap. I always have a sense of being completely safe with Dena, which makes following her instructions as I go back easier, while she stands on my feet to stop them heading east and west on their own.

A much better first mysore of the week than I expected.

Park below the castle
Having been to Edinburgh a few times I'm not really bothered about seeing anything, the weather has been massively better than on my previous visits, I've actually seen that yellow thing in the sky which I had previously thought the Scottish tourist board were taking the piss by putting it on their tv adverts down south. After practice and breakfast I headed to the park off Princes Street and sat reading, resting and relaxing, felt much more what I needed to do.

Resting in the park was followed by an hour appointment, which ended being nearly 2 hours with yogi and brilliant massage therapist Sarah Urquhart-Taylor, if you need a massage for an injury or just to keep loose during a workshop week I can't recommend Sarah enough, has to be one of the best massages I've had anywhere.