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parivritta parsvakonasana

parivritta parsvakonasana


This afternoon, I knelt down, palms pressed together at my heart, thumbs resting on the breastbone, and bowed to my inner perfection, that part of me that doesn’t want to rip someone’s head off at t-mobile, or swear when someone cuts me off driving, or feel uncharitable toward the person who has been using my lost cell phone.

Krishna Das has become an instant mood tranquilizer, so I put on All One, with its versions of Hare Krishna that lead me, like bugs bunny’s violin, to a calmer, less savage place. Hare Krishna starts to rock out, and I find myself feeling fierce in my calmness, pushing to the point of sweat. Sometimes tapas, or burning effort, is the perfect approach.  Tapas is “a burning desire to cleanse every cell of our body and every cell of our senses, so that the senses and the body may be made permanently pure and healthy and leave no room for impurities to enter into our system. It is in this spirit that the asanas should be performed.” That’s from B.K.S. Iyengar’s “The Tree of Yoga,” one of my favorite books on yoga. And today, feeling a bit irritable as I’m detoxing from some bad 2008 habits, it was perfect. I threw in a lot of twists, which help with detoxing. The twists wrung out little beads of sweat, and toxins from those numbing alcoholic beverages that were making me less grumpy (duh! they also make me numb). I’ve even been smoking occasionally (whatever was i thinking?), plus eating meat, taking ADD medication, which is so good to not be on — it’s hard to do inversions without feeling like your head is going to explode when on Ritalin — so there’s a lot to squeeze out. Shocked? Don’t be. Yogis are human beings.

I love the symbolism of twists. Wringing out the old, and making room for the new. Each twist compresses internal organs and glands, like squeezing a dirty sponge, forcing out toxins. And when you release the twist, fresh blood rushes in, cleansing, rinsing and soaking. Why don’t I do more twists? From seated and supine twists to the bound twisted triangle, even the balancing bound twist, bird of paradise, ah. Just ah. After an hour of tapas, followed by alternate nostril breathing and meditation, I no longer want to hurt a t-mobile employee. And the idea of the perfect me that I bowed to at the begininng, in anjali mudra, seems less ridiculous. A bit more attainable.

I decided today that part of making time for yoga every day is to schedule it. I’ve always had the excuse of not doing it first thing in the morning because my dogs always want to get up and go. Jumping up on the bed, licking my face, and then basically whining or staring at me (which is sometimes worse than the whining) until they get their way. So, I only have one dog now (Pooka), and she’s much more mellow than she was when Gogo lived with us (he has a new home and a new name!) My plan is to feed Pooka and then take my 15 minutes of meditation while she is eating, before doing anything else,  including taking her out. I hope it works. It’s another attempt to live life and not let it live me. Who’s the top dog here? 

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