Sunday, January 27, 2013

Oh spine, you Judas...

Alright. So I finished my 200 hour teacher training to be greeted with a ruptured or "sequestered disk". Two of them. My practice has taken a sharp turn into Bloatsville, passing through Self-pittyshire. Being forced to pull back from a vigorous practice, I am reminded how much yoga had been doing for me in in its previous incarnation. I am reticent about practicing gently, and taking days off. I'm kinda all or nothing and so this injury shit does not suit me well.

*BUT

That's not what a true yoga practice is. A mature practice presents itself through all of your injuries, woes, heartaches and joys. It is something you must cultivate with or without permission from the nonexistent god of health. Yoga will do me the most good now that I am hurt, it is just going to be more challenging to schlep my spine to the mat. Once I get ole' spiney-sides there, it will be even harder to listen to her, and not necessarily the instructions presented in class. My spine is notoriously quiet, until she gets pissed; at which point she becomes Ursula the Sea Witch, (I figure I deeply admire mind you)

'Prolly cause I love Divine. But I'm getting off track.




The long and short of it is,


If you see someone in class rolling around on their mat, not doing the same three-legged dawg as you, they might have a Judas body. They might be rehabbing an injury, or they might just be doin' their own asshole shiz. Either way...stay on your own goddamn mat. That's where the interesting stuff is anyway.