I practiced yesterday here at the house. Turned up the heater to 82 degrees. This house has a lovely big huge dining room for practice with wood floors. I chanted the invocation loudly to a silent house. I started practice and immediately felt drawn to it. A nice full practice. In Supta K I couldn't get bound on the floor. I have discovered I have to spread my hips apart more in order to get enough room for the immobile breasts to reach the floor. It hinders my ability to bind all the time. So I sat up and put the left leg behind the head... and then thought "Hell I'll try to the right." Lo and behold, I bound Dwi Pada on my own for the first time ever. It was lovely. I did Kapotasana a few times but was never able to get much past mid-foot. Lovely as it was anyway. I even did Bakasana B for what I think was a whole full breath (the bruises on the back of my arms prove how many heavy tries I made). Ah it was so nice. I felt so awesome after.

I only wish that beautiful yogi feeling had extended into today. I just had a crappy day at work. Questioning myself and what I know is the right thing regardless of if it is the easy thing. Client meetings where I get to do my spiel, do it well and then leave thinking "Wow, that's a lot of work!" I am not practicing today. Too late of meetings. I can't decide if I should try Mysore somewhere. :( I have decided that V should open up her yoga studio, quit software and then I can join her in some secluded spanish spot where I can't understand the locals :)

On my flight up here to Seattle I sat next to a spinal surgeon. We talked the entire flight about spines and alloderm and whatnot. He told me how spines work and whatnot. At some point he examined my spine and he described, literally to T, issues I've dealt with my entire life. The hump all yoga teachers tell me that is in my spine is likely due to this "disease" -- it was fascinating. He wrote it all down for me. I haven't had time to do research but I'm interested nonetheless.

Of Dwi Pada and Fig Newmans.