Last weekend at Yoga with Syl, I had a terrifying thought: What if I actually liked myself? For a brief moment in Bodhi Flow, I thought that! Wow! I can attribute such radical thinking to a posture I thought I was doing correctly, or at least to my liking. Whew. What have I started?
Since our weekend blitz, I have come to terms with "my own practice," and those comments about "olence to all at the blended family event last weekend. UVU hasn't fired me yet, and all my students are so nice.
Sat Nomstepping onto the mat." I practiced the Tier I flow series until I think I could do it unassisted. I also revisited seated and standing postures. Now I furtively look around for likely candidates to train in the next three weeks. Such pressure.
Today is Friday. I intended to go to class this morning, but all my muscles ache and I have acquired a bad cold suddenly. I must be doing something right. Or maybe it was that I finally got the toilets cleaned.
I am busy with my jobs. I met a marvelous student last night, and I extended sattvic benevolence to all the extended, blended Celestial family last weekend.
Sat Nom.
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