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I seem to have some of my best practices when I'm sick, tired, or otherwise unwell. I think it's because it is only in these situations that I am really able to let go of expectations or self-judgment. When I'm exhausted or ill, I can do nothing but listen carefully to my body's signals and move in a way that best serves me in the present. There's nothing to strive for or obtain. Just being and breathing. This was my practice last night.
I felt surprisingly light and fresh, considering how late it was. The practice came fluidly, one pose at a time, one feeding into the next in an organic expression of the glorious potential of being alive in this body, something I like to call damn good yoga. Because of my state of mind -- humble, open, and unassuming -- there were many firsts. I put my leg behind my head for the first time (Now how do I keep it there?). I flowed from a tripod headstand to Parsva Bakasana and back for the first time, and I got my first drop back!
Not all the way to the floor, mind you, just to my meditation pillows which give me about five extra inches. I practice these by the wall, and funnily enough, discovered last night that the only reason I haven't been able to drop all the way down is because I haven't been standing far enough from the wall. I had been overestimating the bendiness of my back. Once I figured this out, though, it wasn't all that scary. I simply stepped forward about six inches, and there it was. No drama. I have just one piece of advice to offer at this point: STRAIGHT, STRONG LEGS for as long as you can.
I think I've got plenty of space to drop all the way to the floor without the pillows. We'll find out tomorrow when I get back to the Primary series for the first time since Thursday. Stay tuned! (As if you're on the edge of your seat about my practice. Ha!)