I had this big plan of starting to do full primary on Sundays….totally criminal considering my currently lame versions of Mari D, kurmasana, supta kurmasana, etc. However, I remember this helping me immensely before my extended hiatus….when I was actually able to do virtually every primary series asana to its full expression. This Sunday full primary series practice tradition actually amped up my practice enough, in the past, where I moved forward with many asanas and was able to move into the full version. So…I had decided (unofficially) to maybe, perhaps, if I feel like, start doing that again tomorrow(12/24). It is now 1:28am on 12/24 and I am suffering from another bout of insomnia. We’ll see if that full primary happens….I guess that depends upon if I can sleep anytime soon. I thought I would collapse into an alcohol induced coma as I had a whole 2 beers….a radical departure from my almost always never drink amount of 0 beers. It seems to have had the opposite effect…. The partner and I had a particularly energizing conversation about what we loved and respected about each other at the local pub. We then lapsed into what has become a disappointing routine of zoning in front of the boob-tube. She calls this ‘relaxing’, but for me I always feel somewhat depressed and disappointed in myself when I resort to this passive entertainment…which in fact is quite boring to me, just stimulation of my visual senses. This emotional rollercoaster from intense intimacy to total dissociation has left me feeling confused and actually afraid. Afraid perhaps I might lapse into the lifestyle of my parents who sit and eat in front of the TV every single night. In the past I never even owned a TV, or if I did…it performed solely as vehicle by which to watch DVDs or vhs cassetes and had no antenna or cable connection. I felt more ‘pure’ in some way at that time…or perhaps I am just disappointed that I can’t get up on my self-righteous soap box and announce that ‘I don’t own a TV.’ Who knows…its my little trip. My partner has no problems with watching, and I am going to have to make my own boundaries around watching….its my shit.
Anyway, enough of my little TV tirade.
I’ve almost read all of Haruki Murakami’s books and I’ve got to say I feel a little sad. There is something about his writing that feels so familiar and so satisfying to me. I feel like I’m reading about my own life in an alternate reality when I am reading his work. I believe there are only two of his books I have not yet read….Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman and After the Quake.
I can’t remember the last time I devoured a book in the way that I do Murakami’s. I only hope to find something as satisfying in the near future. I begin to think about what I want for the New Year, what my intentions are. I plan to do some envisioning exercises and ritualizes for what i want to bring into my life in this new year. One of my major goals is to own a house.
Well I should say rather, to own my own home. This could be a condo, townhouse, etc. Stand alone homes here are quite magnificently overpriced and seeing as how both my partner and I are in Mental Health and not actually rolling in the cash, we will probably have to settle for something less than a real house. This is fine with me, as long as I can make modifications and paint, etc. We have both been renting for at least 10 years and are very tired of throwing our money away.
One other thing is the practice debate. My own internal conversation about this I mean. I am enjoying my self-practice and am really curious about how far I can go on my own, but also feel I may be cheating myself in some way by not going to class. I have enough Mysore experience under my belt and enough practice time with a certified teacher that I feel ok about going out on my own…but I am wondering more often, lately, if the quality of my practice would just go through the roof with consistent instruction from high quality teachers. In my ideal world I would go to Mysore say 1 or 2 times a week, and practice at home the rest. The fact is I enjoy my home practice more than Mysore…but I must admit that adjustments and feedback can really help. IF that wasn’t the case would Mysore exist? Duh. I also know that a community can help me through the hard times when I can’t get myself to practice. Though so far, since my 9 month hiatus I haven’t had much of a problem with motivation. A couple of periods that passed quickly.
I am thinking I may set a deadline for myself to go back to the studio and commit to 1 day of mysore syle practice there. I no longer have any real financial restrictions to doing this. Money is still tight, but I could find the $60 a month to go once a week if I choose to do that.
Marriage is on the horizon as well. We’ve been together for over 3 years now and I know we will be spending many many more years together. I wrestle with the institution of marriage itself, but feel that our kids..which are also on the horizon would benefit in certain ways by our formalized marriage. so…there is that. So much coming up. I feel 2007 is going to be a big year. As I’ve gotten farther into my 30s it seems that I feel more and more a grown up. Not sure how this is happening, but there is a certain comfort i feel in who I am. Yoga of course..helps me to loosen the hold on this a bit..enough to remain feeling free anyway.
Happy Holidays!
Namaste.