Seattle this week. I really tried to make my life more "normal" up here. I'm feeling sorta centered actually and I didn't want to get it all messed up again traveling. When I arrived I went to the grocery store including the local Indian market. I bought spices and a pot and a tiffin. The first night I made a killer north Indian curry with shrimp. Leftovers even for the next day at work. I drank lots of water. I went to yoga on Sunday. I'm not a big fan of led classes by default so it was just a class for me. I was looking forward to a Mysore practice... and I went... but it was difficult. Tough. I was relieved when Carl came and put his mat down next to me. Isn't it funny, like Jenna has been talking about, that we feel a different affinity for people who we know via this blog thang (chicken wing). I practiced again yesterday. This time I had the pleasure of Carl on one side and JumpsThruSomeday (who, by the way, has a lovely straight-legged, very quiet jump through). Still a struggle, in fact, slightly more than struggle. I didn't even do backbends or headstand. JTS gave me a lovely head/shoulder massage right before savasana and what a difference it made for me during savasana.

After we got coffee and I babbled too much about my life challenges... and I got to have a marionberry croissant... which I've never had before and now could eat 10 of.

The thing that is cool about practicing in Seattle -- you have to get up early. Really early. The nice thing about this is that once you've gotten out of bed, there's nothing else to do. It's too early to have had a breakdown at work, no one is up yet... no need to check email. At that point, there's nothing to distract you and you know that after practice is a reasonable time to do a first pass. Practicing nearly 2 hours later in the day removes that cushion and requires an early check-in which sometimes leads to the inability to practice at all.

Ah, waxing philosophical.