As it is, I was a half hour later getting home than The Husband wanted me to be. But I knew that it was useless for me to get home and add anymore boxes to the 45 we had already packed. The movers were coming at 9 a.m., and then all bets would be off. And that is exactly how it happened. Suddenly, our carefully inventoried 45 boxes multiplied to more than 80, since they boxed every chair, every painting, every everything that wasn’t tied down. And we stopped cataloguing it. We’re just going to hope for the best.
There are simply some things in life you cannot control. Asana practice is not one of them. I have recently come to believe, from the bottom of my heart, that by carefully analyzing each and every pose, the anatomical factors that play a role, by studying up on the vinyasas by watching videos and reading Graeme and Matthew and Richard, I can and will meet my goal of total enlightenment. And I will that I have reached my goal whe it becomes clear that I am more enlightened than anyone else. Which is to say that I will be doing postures that everyone else has only dreamed of doing. Or maybe not because if you can dream it, you might be able to do it.
To paraphase Rabbi Hillel, “If I am not MORE enlightened than you, then what am I?”
Considering the vast distance which I must travel to being “blissier than thou” (I am only practicing Primary now, albeit ALL of Primary, bitches), it must needs be that I get myself busy in studying up and doing R&D at home. For, to paraphrase Rabbi Hillel again, “If I am not more enlightened than you now, then when the hell am I going to get Pasasana so that I can start to catch up?”
Shit, I am just absolutely beyond impressed with my ability to combine the religious with the yogic with the real life references. I am so friggin’ enlihtened, despite evidence to the contrary today, of course. Must be all that asana.