For the incredulous of yesterday’s post, tis true, I can do this. I have strength. So, for me, this took no “yoga” at all. For me, at present, all of the yoga is in surrendering and letting my teacher adjust my ankles into position in Supta Kurmasana.
“Do nothing,” he said to me today.
“Meaning…?” I asked, my face smooshed against the floor, legs over shoulders, hands clasped behind my back.
“Don’t do anything. Don’t even point your toes.”
“Oh, I know that’s what you meant. I just mean, I don’t know the meaning of ‘do nothing’.”
And with that, another day went by with me sailing easily, smoothly, delightfully even, through Primary all the way up to Supta K, straight-legged jump throughs, calm even breath, Bounty-free, even Mysore-rug free, only to stop dead in my tracks immediately thereafter (well, after a nice, looooooooong hands on cheeks Garba Pindasana followed by 13 or so rolls with my fingers glued to the top of my head…because why do 9 rolls when no one says I can’t do 13, 14 or even 15 if I feel it’s what my back needs to relax between Supta K and backbends…). If I don’t learn to surrender soon, I am going to go old and grey before I get to do a “legal” Baddha Konasana at Shala X. Damn yoga. Damn life lessons. Damn. Damn. Damn. Not that I don’t love it. But, damn.
Anyone have any ‘ludes?