Primary Friday: A Blur

Remember this?

Another neighbor died this week.  Same apartment.  I did my practice Thursday as the aftermath transpired just outside my open window.  Wished them well.  Death has been on my mind.  

I am meditating nearly every day, but more and more, with all the practice and the walking and the sitting, I find the line between meditation and not-meditation is blurred.  The effects of this are obvious in my working life.  There is an increased energetic sensitivity.  I am hearing the voice of intuition.  I feel spontaneous rushes of compassion in all of its heart-centered, bitter-sweet richness.

Practice has been well and good.  The mid-week short practice (Primary through Purvottanasana and finishing) has been a life-saver.  This week, I did an evening practice twice in addition to the morning Ashtanga to focus on my hips and help rehab my knee.  The extra work seemed to make a big difference.  In today's Primary, both hips were nicely open.

Woke up earlier than usual this morning to be at work by 7:30am.  As I bedded down last night, I was not totally confident that I'd be able to get up in time to do full Primary.  In order to make it work, I knew I'd have to abandon all of my pre-practice rituals:  the nauli, the neti, the tea, the facebook.  I'd have to wake up and get right on the mat, which is exactly what I did.  It was a great practice.  Not my strongest, physically, but so open, so quiet.  

(Note to self:  the chattering of the mind is quieter before facebook.)

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