The past while can be summed by a little spell of low and a new pose, crow. The former has lifted; the latter, not so much.
Practice has been scarce and precious. Unlike most things, though, ‘more’ only deepens its value for me; but brevity has been the theme of my practice for a good stretch. Still, quick morning sun salutations are my favorite part of the day; even my recent weekend shala visits have been time constrained, and I find myself barely — and the odd time not even — making it through all of my given poses.
Bakasana will prove me a dunce (if there were ever a doubt), but I’ve always known this, and somewhere along the way I lost any smidgen of self consciousness in the Mysore room. Everyone is busy sweating their own buckets; I would be flattering myself to assume any entertainment value in my anti-climatic failures to launch in the most basic arm balance of all time.
As in the practice and as with life, onward: sometimes in flying leaps, sometimes in imperceptible nanometres.
Can you believe we are already hurtling into March? — oh, the promise of Spring! I hope everyone has been well <3