That's how I felt all day. Like I was getting it together. It's not that Sunday Morning First Series was great. In fact, practice was an extraordinary adventure down sore, tired, distracted, have no desire to be on the mat land. I felt bad for my teacher... like my complete lack of discipline and stability with the practice is disrespectful to him.

I'm at one of those places where everything hurts. Knees, arms... ankles.. this means it can only get better. Practice.

And food. Part of getting it together was my trip to the HFS today. My favorite place. I love going down every aisle. Today I bought bulgur and lentils and some celery and carrots and feta cheese... and I'm gonna make some big salad out of it.

It all sorta fell apart later on tonight though. That euphoric, yea, mean, this is the way I'm living feeling. Fear.

Abhaya.

Jai Ma.

*edited to add: Apparently, it is the anniversary of my first class with my teacher. How blessed I am in this life.

*edited again to add:
Just found this original drawing of my tattoo:
http://blogs.ashtangi.net/fiw/archives/tatwithwords.gif

I think maybe I should do the dots now? I don't think they can do the inside of the heel design anymore but I do they think can do the dots.