For those of you who know the saga of my practice today already, laugh your ass off... at least I practiced at all. I may have been scrambling... and I may have been stressed out... but practice nonetheless I did. The new studio is warm, not overly hot. The lady next to me today said it was too cold and went and put her jacket on (she also practices on a lamby -- you know those fuzzy sheepskin things we used to use for our babies?). Warm is nice... sweating again is nice... ah, how I missed the sweat. The studio is coming along... still no glass in the doors but things are moving along. The oddball practice hour meant the room was pretty empty (as compared to yesterday) and I made sure to stay well away from the new pillars in the room. My practice was nice and open and light. I'm finding that my strength is coming back... I can jump through for a good portion of the practice, padma mayurasana is coming back. Today Konasana just felt amazing... I would have stayed there forever if I didn't have children and work responsibilities calling at me from the back of my subconscious. I got to thinking today.. what are you supposed to "feel" in Mari B? I don't feel anything.. it's like a resting pose for me. Your inner thigh (abductor?)? I finally feel like I can do Setu Bandhasana again without feeling like my head is going to explode on the ground underneath me.

Today in Bhekasana I got this wierd pain... on the stitched side, it really really hurt. When the assistant was helping me in the pose today I had to explain this is the only pose that still causes me a lot of problems. He tried helping me but it really really really hurt, bad hurt so I stopped. Backbends were great... I just felt great.... and with Tim out of town, well, I had the notion of trying to come up on my own. I rocked a bit... chickened out, rocked a bit more than suddenly someone was pulling my legs and I let go and I wasn't up enough and I was pretty close to losing it but I pulled it off. Rich was there helping but I didn't know he was coming and wasn't ready. He said he was sure I was going to drop to my head and was surprised I pulled that off since my head was inches from the floor when I let my hands go. So we did a few dropbacks with me coming up. He said each one he was helping less and less and finally on the last one he said "See I barely helped you" -- I said "Yes, but you were still there." I know it is coming... coming... slowly coming... practice... coming.

I finally got my first lesson in "working parenthood" -- the daughter has this ice skating school thing... it's really hard to do this with two parents working... really hard. I'm still not 100% comfortable with my decision and when I realized how angry I was getting that the other parents scheduled this outing during school hours, I realized I needed to check myself. Stressing out was not going to solve anything. Still no solution but non-attachment has helped the stress.