I find the internet so distasteful right now.
I got hacked last week. My hotmail account, that is. Some of you got an email from “me” that sounded an awful lot like the ole Nigerian Email Scam. I dealt with it, hijacked my account back from the hacker, sent out an apology and “do not send money” email to my contacts, but I still felt violated.
As a result, I have been kind of disgusted with all things internet. Haven’t posted to the Huffington Post, haven’t posted here. Have been trying to keep up with emails and Facebook.
So, here I am dipping my toe in the water again.
I can bind Pasasana without props or assistance now. Granted, I’ve been practicing in the afternoon. But still. I think that is news worth repeating.
Next up: Catching my own toes in Kapotasana. Only then will I really give a rat’s ass about keeping my leg behind my head. Notwithstanding the Good Doctor’s willingness to allow me to practice up to Eka Pada Sirsasana, I guess I will always have a bit of Sir in my head, asking me why I am so anxious to keep my leg behind my head (I can get it there, but I can’t KEEP it there…) when I can’t even take my own feet in Kapotasana…yet. Not that I know that Sir would be saying that. But I feel that he would.
All in all, practice is the same as always. I am in a home practice mode. And it is nice. But it takes too long. I would love to gain the discipline to practice outside without feeling the need to prune the shrubbery halfway through Primary or before I get to Kapotasana. Or to practice inside without checking to see if there are any really good movies on…like Brokedown Palace, which provided an interesting backdrop to yesterday’s practice….