crying in yoga class, not balling, just a few tears welling up.
but for all the momentum, all the force behind the tears, it might as well be balling
two things: (one) crying in yoga class will always make me think of you, shiz
(two) though i will cry in every yoga class if it’s a real good one, this was the first time the tears came up because of being pushed to my edge. it was not the first time i was pushed to my edge in yoga class, but it was the first time i was pushed to my edge while alyssa talked about committing to the pose.
today our practice is going to be about commitment she said. i will be asking you to hug everything in through your skin, your muscles to your bones. active in every pose. alyssa said that through that kind of body commitment, one can find the freedom to fly. she also applied it to other life things (projects, self-work, relationships). because of this lesson for the day, she had us holding the poses longer than we thought we could bear it (extended side angle pose in full bind into forward fold with full bind into bird of paradise and then back down again into extended bound side angle pose). see what you do in these situations she said do you back out? notice what path you take when presented with the challenge today.
overheard in the front room of a cafe:
i’ve got a date with my pomegranate tree
a living room full of dogs
plus a 2 year old kid
by the name of cyrus
how he chases the big ones
but the little ones chase him
things we laugh about in front of the fire:
1. how delicious carmel mountain (a suburb in san diego) must be
2. when it comes to roasting marshmallows, how hot can mean sexy or mean heat
3. since we just ran out of graham crackers, they’re called s’less instead of s’mores