Life alone

Dragon is a voice on the other end of the phone, and I'm alone once again.

After the weekend's workshop I feel... well, I wouldn't say that I've gotten a new lease of life, but I certainly feel more determined. Something that Paul said about being in charge of your spiritual part (which I interpret to mean my mental capacity) that made me realise that a lot of what I feel I can't control in my life is just in my head. Like job hunting - today I made advances again instead of being apathetic (which seems to come to me very naturally). So far so bad - my two promising leads seems to have come to nothing: the agent that contacted me last week hasn't contacted me again and isn't returning my calls, and Anne tells me all their QA jobs are now taken. Still, what can I do but to press on.

So I've been doing laundry, cleaning, cooking... you know, the things housewifes do. Yoga was good - Jason was teaching and I learned that apparently other people feel Warrior I in their hamstrings and groins, whereas I feel it mostly in my calf. Jason was still musing on what Paul said on Saturday about my hips, and jokingly promised not to use the f-word. I don't mind, I just think it's funny. Jason is such a funny teacher - he brings humour into the practice which I find really refreshing, and sometimes it's the only way to get people to relax in middle of difficult asanas.

I find though that eight hours sitting on the floor over the weekend has left it's mark on me. I find it really annoying that even though I thought I would be ok with it, apparently all those years sitting on chairs has indeed left it's mark on me and I'm very stiff on my hips now. I'd like very much to get one of those Halfmoon's wonderful bolsters so I could sit more on the floor at home too. Today's practice helped a bit, but I might not want to do yin tomorrow to let my hips rest a bit, and opt for flow instead.

The photo is of a magnolia tree - flowers are everywhere now.