A late start at work meant I could get in a practice this morning. Strong coffee helped a lot - I did notice the racey, runaway thoughts but it was a small price to pay for the raw energy that got me through an entire Ashtanga Primary practice today.
I didn’t skip any poses, but flowed strongly though the entire sequence with a gorgeous ocean sounding breath. For the poses that are dangerous to my unstable lumbar joints (Bhuja, Kurmasana and Supt K) I either entered ‘phase 1’ of the pose and stayed there working at my edge, or I did a modified version of the pose.
The sadness of the last couple of days was still inside of me but by the afternoon the grey veil had lifted a little. I am stunned at how grief rises up so forcefully and unexpectedly and sabotages my best intentions. It's been a year and a half now...
Tomorrow morning I head off into the bush for another 3 day solo camping retreat.
Spring officially starts on 1st September and another chilly winter is behind us.
Full moon tomorrow night - it will be magical out on the sand dunes.