Another Day of Ny-in
Somehow, and by somehow, I mean that I do not know how, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning today, wide awake and restless. So, what to do, what to do?
Guruji.
World Tour, that is.
The Husband gave up his morning workout (that he allegedly was going to partake in, allegedly being the key word here) so that I could go. One phone call to Stacey, one hot bath, and one cup of chai later, off I went. Only to discover that I was the very first person in line for the 8 a.m. class. Apparently, the 6 a.m. class had completely filled up. But then again, not really, as it turned out. At the last moment, there was enough space for little me and my mat. And we had a jolly good time.
Met Jody in person finally!, saw Gregg, REW, HC, Chris, Christopher, Sharon, several mates from Shala X and many others (ok, this is feeling a bit like an Oscar speech; hope I didn't leave anyone out...oh shoot, here comes the music....OH YEAH AND MY HUSBAND!!!!!). Kissed the feet of the guru who gave the modern world, and me, the yoga that makes me feel like practicing yoga every day of my life. Went home, ate French toast.
And now I am quite tired.
YC
2 comments:
I have to fully admit I don't get the kissing of feet type of thing. Is it a yoga thing? An indian thing? A religous thing?
Its not good or bad I dont think - I just cant think of anyone whose feet I would kiss.
I dunno if ms. YC was being ironic, but you're actually not supposed to KISS the feet. Touching them denotes respect in his culture, like the dust from the path he's tread is a blessing. Something like that, anywhoo.
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