My Friday afternoon Youth Yoga class is a hotbed of criminal activity. I take my role as a bad influence on the next generation of Ashtangis very seriously! ;-)
Last week, we worked on coming into Kapotanasana using the wall. My favourite moment was when a particular bendy little girl dropped back and shrieked “Look! There are feet on my mat! Oh, those are MY feet...” This week, I showed them Pinchamayurasana, which elicited groans from nearly everyone: ”That's dukha!” (hard).
Yes, it *is* hard. Then we laid on our backs and tried to put our feet into Padmasana without using our hands. I'm beginning to get the hang of this. Fun!
Today's practice was really nice, though a bit rushed. I practised in the afternoon, so my body felt very open. I've been coming deep into the twists in the Maris and I'm finding it easier to bind in Marichyasana C these days. In fact, I might even be brushing the far edge of 'ease in that one. Binding in Marichyasana D has been easier but actual 'ease' is a long way off.
I've been dealing with some personal stress lately and seem to be stuck in a really dark, pessimistic headspace. Some days, my practice and teaching my students are my only light moments. I'm so grateful for my practice right now. I struggle with it at times, but for now, it has become a refuge. I hope that things sort themselves soon, but until then, I suspect I'll be living from child's pose to child's pose and just trying to breath through it. Yes, breathing is good.