Sometimes when I sit down to blog I think about my first memory of the day. On a day like today it's sorta hard to figure out what the first memory was. Was it when The Husband shook me awoke at 4am... shaking my shoulders, insisting I was falling from somewhere in his imagination to somewhere even scarier in his imagination. I admit to yelling "You're alseep! No go to sleep!" Maybe, though, that doesn't count. Maybe it was when The Son got up at 5:30, sat outside our door and pretended he was a rocket blasting off for the sun... maybe that was it. Regardless, it definitely started at some point and I wound my way to Mysore. A wierd practice because at first I just wanted to go home... but slowly my hamstrings got happy and I seemed to gain some strength. As they said "Tell yourself this is good and it is good." That's my reality anyway. Everyone at Mysore seemed to be in a silly mood, even Tim and The Australian. We were cracking jokes right and left on our side of the room. The girl next to me ;) and the girl across from me, they discussed trading Karandavasana for Urdva Kukkutasana (is that it?) ... myself, another girl and our teacher discussed Indian Princesses, our teacher cracked jokes about his purpose in teaching... it was fun... joyful... lightehearted. One of those fine moments when you realize that sometimes you just have to laught at it all... it isn't all about the seriousness of this practice though, at least for me, there is definitely the discipline and the presence of mind to make it serious.

It didn't stop me, however, from purposefully timing Kapotasana so that no one could adjust me. I am actually pretty sure in my own reality that Kapotasana is simply never gonna, ever be something I can do. I realize that this is my own reality for this moment and that tomorrow's moment might include some element of the real reality which is that reality is what we make it. How'd you like that sentence?

I did a few backbends and stand ups and when I saw The Australian coming over I thought, well, if I give up now, I'll just be getting The Australian and not Tim. I can screw off with The Australian. The Australian says "Oh, cross your arms... otherwise I just think you're being lazy between backbends!" Hahahahahaha. The Australian is pretty quiet and his wit is slightly dry... and he's dead right, I was. Just the right medicine... I've only done dropbacks with The Australian a couple times and, man, you know what, he's harder than with my teacher because he does the asisst so very differently... Sometimes I wonder if we meld into how we think someone is going to adjust us. I will try to no longer think about where I think the adjustmnent is going. Only lazy man cannot do yoga.

The Son's last day of second grade is tomorrow!! I can't believe it. I don't feel old enough for this. I mean, my GOD, GIRLS are coming soon. GIRLS!!!!!!

Tomorrow I'll be practicing 7th series... giving up my "daily practice" to attend the party at school. I'll be one of those moms that doesn't know the other moms because I never do the daily drop off and rarely the pick up. I'm that mom. The one for whose kid all the other moms feel sorry for. Seriously, you know it's true. I'm not too upset about it, it's just the situation (or maybe it's just my reality, I'm egotistic enough to realize that's possible).

As an aside:
I think this is such a great idea! I don't really know how it works as far as who can donate or what but I like the scholarship idea... I think there are various reasons why those us do and those of us don't go to Mysore. For many of the people I know, it's less money and more the logistics of life... we're married, we have kids, there's school and jobs and sustainability for those kids.... and, for others I know, it's really about the money. So I think this is a great idea... because if I never get to Mysore, at least I know Erik went and shared his experiences... because I have to believe that the energy one brings back from their time with Guruji and Sharath is deep enough that, like any good teacher to student relationship, resonates with the student.

Addendum: Four Years Ago was the first time I did baddha padmasana... sometimes this blog thing is really cool.