Greg offered to start teaching me Second Series. Unsolicited. He just came up to me when I was backbending and asked me if I always stop at Setu B, and I was like, “What? [because I almost never understand what he’s saying initially] Setu B? I stop at Setu B, yes.” He then said that next time he would teach me some of Second Series – because it will help my backbends.
It’s funny because last night, at a dinner at Pure Food and Wine (Matthew Kenney’s raw, gourmet, amazingly delicious restaurant) with my fellow teacher trainees, I heard myself saying what I never thought I would hear myself say: “I wish I could do some of Second Series, just to make backbending easier.”
Anyway, I guess people do move along faster under Greg’s tutelage.
I’m sitting on my bed right now doing absolutely nothing. It’s the first time in more than two weeks. I’ll be doing nothing for the next 20 hours or so as I “prep” for my tri-annual colonoscopy, scheduled for tomorrow morning. Prepping for a colonoscopy is a bit like a cleanse, only Western medicine style. Basically, you drink a salty, fizzy drink, and a few hours later, you need to be near a toilet. For a few hours. And then you take some more salty, fizzy stuff and wish you would never see another toilet, ever again.
So, I won’t be practicing tomorrow. I’ll be under a twilight sedative, getting a flexible flashlight snaked up my tush. And hopefully, I won’t have to deal with this for another three years.
I have to say, doing nothing is quite pleasant. I used to enjoy it quite a lot. I would have to defend myself to the H, who couldn’t understand the notion of doing nothing. To him, it seemed like a waste of time. To me, it always played some part in every day. But since I’ve moved here, the work has been nonstop. There’s always something else to unpack, something else to organize, something else to shop for, someone else to call about some service I need rendered or some arrangement I need to make. It’s all been gratifying, creating a home, developing a garden, trying to be thoughtful with regard to the environment in ways that I was unable to do when I lived in an apartment in the city. But it has also been exhausting.
Now, I’m exploring the channels on the cable box, surfing the net, reading the blogs, gazing out at all the green, green, green….and loving it.