"I feel joy for no good reason."

The above was a facebook status update made by a yoga student and friend of mine.  You better believe I "liked" that status as it came rolling through my page because -- you know what?  So do I!


I am enjoying my practice so much that it's spilling into my day, sending me out into the world with a silly grin on my face and a heart swollen with... well... with love, damnit!  In this stage, the practice prepares me to act from a place of love.  It is beautiful.  New patterns are emerging to replace the old.  My creative energy is wandering from the page, from the mat, into my every moment and manifesting as authentic self-expression.

I hear poetry.  I dance at random.  I am cooking with a spirit of adventure.

At times, this is dangerous and may appear to be unwise, but there is a sense of what I can describe only as trust -- unwavering confidence both in myself and in the natural order -- which has opened me to entirely new levels of both intellectual and sensory experience.

I feel tingly all over.  My mind is vast and empty, at the ready.

Incidentally, I took my heels in Kapo this morning... by myself... for the first time ever... after two days rest.  Could there be a correlation between this quiet openness and the sudden space in Kapo?  Maybe.  It's not as if I haven't been working hard at the posture on and off for months, but the ease of it was startling.  I took my time with the hang back, then dove and walked and walked and walked... and realized I was still walking when I felt the stubble on my shin.  Woah.  It felt great, and not great in that intense, gripping way.  Just nice.  Comfortable.  I savored the experience for a few extra breaths.

Tittibhasana C
On top of that, the Titti bind is back.  My torrid love affair with Tittibhasana continues.  Especially position C.  I daydream about being there, my chest cavity giving way to the pressure of my legs like a melon in a vice...  Oh, GAWD!  Do it to me!!

I know it probably sounds awful, but Tittibhasana does something incredible to my lats, pecs, and shoulder girdle that no massage has ever done.  Sometimes, as I work to straighten the legs, the pressure cracks my shoulders in this strange, wonderful way and my ribs feel like they're bowing under the weight so that my intercostals pull and stretch.  It all makes me want to let out a low, primal pleasure groan or two.

Pincha is no longer a problem.  I have weened myself from all comfort objects and rituals regarding its practice.  Not insignificantly, I have also learned how to fall out of the posture painlessly by putting the head down and rolling out if I start to flip.  That being said, it might be time to set my sights on Karandavasana.  Onward!


  1. I'm always surprised that I don't read more about this aspect of Ashtanga. Joy is the primary result of my daily practice - it's the reason I practice. This post made me smile.

    1. Hi Vanillagorilla,

      The ashtanga practice certainly has a way of opening up the floodgates. What comes pouring out is often joy, but it's important to acknowledge the whole spectrum of emotion that may be released. You may be right that ashtangis tend to focus on the pain element more than the pleasure, but I haven't noticed that myself.