That sense of ease I've felt for weeks in practice? It's gone.
Practice has been hard. Sunday, I did a quick practice of the Surya Namaskara, Sirsasana, and the final three lotus postures before my early flight back to Austin. Monday, I spent all day taking care of neglected responsibilities that demanded my immediate attention, and then taught in the evening. No time for practice. Tuesday, I celebrated my own birthday in earnest. I taught three classes throughout the day and managed to squeeze in a miserable half-Primary, but later that night honored this life heartily with more cheese, carrot cake, and a birthday cigar.
Wednesday, I got down to business. Full Primary and Intermediate to Ardha Matsyendrasana -- no shortcuts -- plus extra backbending and handstands. Needed every bit of it.
Thursday, it was Intermediate to Pincha. I was sore from my long practice the previous day, and I am sore now from yesterday's practice. My body is unsympathetic to any cause for celebration. I must remember this next time I wish to indulge.
I am still caught in a whirlwind of work and preparations for the coming fall, and there is no rest in sight before I go back to school. I am hoping that once the semester begins, there will be opportunity to reel in a few of these lines and channel my energy more singularly toward my own practice and scholastic efforts.
Even though I probably need the practice, I will rest for the moon day today. However, as usual, "rest" in this instance means working all day waiting tables and teaching at night. I hope to squeeze a nap in there somewhere. God bless a good nap. I'd have been a shriveled, strung out mess all summer long without them.