Fingertips in Supta K! At home! With the completely unskilled assistance of the Husband! As well as a busted ring finger on my left hand which kept me from going deep in all the Marichyasanas (other than, for some weird reason, one side of B and one side of C)! Not to mention the last vestiges (I hope) of the nasty cold from hell that kept me cabin-bound for nearly a month. As well as with the iPod tuned to an odd mixture of Gwen Stefani, Fergie, Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, Alanis and U2.
Imagine what might happen at Shala X, with the quiet vibe, the finger healed (soon, hopefully), the cold virus banished (again, soon, hopefully) and my teacher’s primo Supta K adjusting skills!
I am on the edge of my seat!
I think this is the place where passion and detachment must find a way to coexist peacefully in the cosmic dance of yoga.