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Yoga practice

Focusing on your Yoga practice

I thought I would delve a little deeper into the man behind the poster, and the inspiration for this blog. Mittra is a veritable yogi legend and currently heads up Dharma Yoga in New York.

In the video below, Dharma Mittra explains the true purpose of the asanas.

“The asana is to bring radiant health. To stimulate the glands, it often goes beyond the physical going to the mental and the astral body. Because every pose there is a way, a place to concentrate, to stimulate the glands or the psychic centers in your body.”

“So by doing yoga, one develops radiant health. physical power, and to become free of all disease. And then he may easily succeed in meditation.”

“It’s not important to put legs behind the head, all these fancy poses. The most important pose, the king of the pose, requires no flexibility: headstand. And the mother of all the poses – savganasana: shoulder stand. The cobra pose. The spinal twist. These are the main poses, and one pose for meditation.”

Dharma prescribes three hours of meditation daily, done comfortably and easily. Wow! There’s nothing comfortable and easy about focusing on your breath for three hours. Meditation seems often like a mix of boredom, distraction, flights of fancy, a sore butt and legs that fall asleep after ten minutes.

This is a good reminder not to be so caught up in attaining the perfect pose. I admit that I have been neglecting meditation lately, even skimping on Savasana, in favor of flexibility gains, and in doing so seem to be missing the point entirely.

Thanks Dharma for bringing my attention back to the true meaning of yoga!

General

Life’s like a Starburst pack

Starburst fruit chews are eaten in this mouth-hold in an exacting and optimized order honed over decades. First comes orange, my absolute least favorite. I mean let’s be honest, is this anyone’s favorite? Let’s get it out of the way, and move on.

Then comes yellow, that is as you would expect light and lemon-y.

Next can be a toss up based on general whim, but usually it is red, that waxy cherry flavor that is soothingly artificial and takes you back to days of youth gone by.

Last, and the best by all accounts, the one you are waiting four chews for is the pink one. Mmmm…strawberry joy.

Like life, the pink one only tastes so good by contrast. By the variety and quality and relative enjoyment of what proceeded it. A whole package of pink ones would be no good at all. It would be satisfactory, then boring, then out-right sickening. Too much of a good thing.

No. Give me the oranges and the yellows first please. Let me alternate reds and pinks and then eat another orange so I can enjoy that last pink one. Let me choose how I intermingle the ups and downs of my tastebuds and I will do what I do as a matter of course to buffer my existence against scarcity. How I save up the best and hoard it to the last bite.

Make no mistake, I dream in pink. I covet it. I crave it. But I can’t eat a whole twenty chew package, and frankly wouldn’t want to. This is why happiness is so elusive. It’s meant to be that way. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so damn sweet those five seconds you have it.

Self care

A quick update

..again. We are down in southern california now visiting my brother and his family. Every new location throws me and my practice into upheaval for a week or so as I try to settle down and get grounded again.

Now that I’m working pretty much full time (albeit remotely and with no commute now) I’m choosing instead to take long morning walks before the start of the day more often than not. Getting some exercise and mental space has been key in handling the transition back into the corporate world. Besides, it’s tough to find a private spot to practice where I won’t wake him or the baby, or be in the living room amidst the daily hubbub.

So I’ve been practicing on the carpeted floor of the guest room. It’s not ideal but really it’s not that bad. I’m sure I can turn any little aberration in my life into an excuse for not doing what I should. I really need to find a routine again and get my groove back. My stats are suffering – my minutes per day have slipped perilously low to 28! Not to mention, this is my first post in two weeks and it isn’t funny or insightful or enlightening at all.

Sorry, I suck right now.

General

I’m engaged

He popped the question on Friday. Friday the 13th. Spooky! He met me downtown after work for dinner and a movie. He told me his friend Jim recommended this Indian restaurant, while I normally prefer to just eat at Chutney, I acquiesced. We walked and walked and I was getting a bit impatient. We turned into a square, one I knew quite well, well enough to know there was no freakin Indian restaurant in it!

Before I could point this obvious fact out, he turned, opened a maroon colored velvet ring box, and blurted out, “Will my critter marry me?” I was stunned and totally surprised. Although I did pick out the ring a month prior, a 1930’s vintage ring, I nearly forgot about it.

Of course, I made him get down on one knee. That’s just the proper thing to do. Ron is seen here in this lifelike reenactment.

He asked again and I said yes! We kissed like lovebirds. And then hugged with excitement while I glanced over his shoulder at a gym up on the second floor. A guy on a leg press machine beamed a gigantic smile and gave us an enthusiastic thumbs up.

So although the square was gray and empty we shared the moment with a perfect stranger. I’m sure he wondered what type of location this was for such an occasion.

On warmer days, the square is sunny with low seating encircling a fountain, nice for a quick lunch during the work-week. On one such Tuesday, Ron first asked me to go steady. And six years later on the same spot, he asked me to be his critter again, this time for life.

In between we’ve had good times and bad, we’ve loved each other, moved in with each other, broken up and reunited. This past year, we’ve traveled the world together (and somehow didn’t kill each other). So safe to say, we know what we are getting into. He’s my best friend and now he will be my husband!

General

Quit my sabbatical

I just started working yesterday after a fourteen month sabbatical. Wow. It was hella weird. Like time warp meets bizarre clips of office space. I definitely feel refreshed, recharged, and raring to go. Mentally, at least. But I wondered how on earth I’ll keep up with the yoga. I don’t exactly have a great track record when a lot (or anything) is going on.

I’m quite pleased to announce that something quite miraculous happened this morning. I got up at 6 (yes, that is ante meridian for those that know me well, it is a pertinent clarification) and did 45 minutes of yoga before catching transit into the city for work. Holy shit! How virtuous have I become?! I know, I know, yogi’s and yogini’s all over the country and all over the world accomplish this every single day, but this is me we are talking about. I never get up early for anything.

I’m feeling quite proud of myself. Thought I’d let you all know.

There was also a relevant and super great article on a blog this week about waking up every morning on top of the world. I love their example of when the alarm clock goes off and, true to nature, my knee jerk reaction is: “Oh shit, it’s 6am!” Great advice, not only on coping for us night owls, but also on bringing positivity and gratitude into your life from the very first moment each day.

I know how to invoke some gratitude. What if my alarm clock had a sneaking resemblance to an iced donut, and I could snooze by snacking on it. Hmmm?

[This is the second reference to baked goods in the last week. It seems I’ve got frosty icing on the brain!]

Yoga practice

Subscribing to Yoga online practice

To spice up my home practice, I subscribed to an online yoga practice for $9.95/month. I’m not sure if I’ll keep it, so this isn’t yet a full review.

I’ve only done one class so far, an intermediate level Ashtanga Flow with Nico Luce. He meets two of my three criteria for Hot Yoga Instructor: shirtless and smoldering. But because my laptop speakers are a little shoddy I couldn’t understand a single word of his accent (albeit sexy) that should be cuing the next pose. Sigh…

I am happy to report the streaming worked extremely well and I didn’t even have the best connection (meaning I borrowed, aka stole, my neighbors wifi). If you leave it unsecured, we will come…and eat up all your bandwidth.

Actually, I like to think that those with open wifi are sharing their abundance with those less fortunate (like me), and therefore are unappreciated angels enabling the very heart of the internet. Kudos to all you untechnological souls inadvertently doing a good deed! I couldn’t live without you!