... and so the table turns... the fine line of work and life. Bright and sunny before 7 everyday... I always leave everyday, sometime in the day for a couple hours it seems... either yoga or a meeting or whatever. Today was my mother's retirement ceremony which The Daughter came with me to. Then I find myself and it's 10pm and I'm still working. It's the back and forth on the tight rope until you get the gist down, the groove, the balance, the back flip on the balance beam.

I decided today that I'm not graceful enough to practice second series. I'm too flonkey and flustered and weak and just plain ungraceful :) I am saying that in all gest really but I definitely feel a little clueless about "working" on where I am right now. I am purely putting my faith in the idea that if I just keep practicing, all is coming. I don't really know what all is right now and I don't really care but it is all there... I never really think about what muscles are involved in what poses and all that physical stuff. I've been reading the Practice & Philosophy book and so I've been thinking about it. I am finding myself, however, resistant. I'm not sure I want my practice to involve anything other than feeling. I'm always trying not to think and I am not ready to let go of not thinking. I think a lot about the practice physically later but not while I'm practicing and I don't think I want to. As a result, I still have no idea where my various muscles are the romitous and psoas and latissimus dorsi (okay, well I do know that one but only because they were originally gonna detach the whole thing from my back, wrap it around my front and make a breast out of it -- holy crap!). One day I plan to read up on this but for right now ignorance is bliss.