Most of my practice is accessible now. I miss taking yoga photos everywhere I go and am consciously trying to do it again. It used to be fun.
It was Ratha Saptami today, the day when yoga students and teachers honor the Sun god with (usually) 108 repetitions of the Surya Namaskar. Lately my days have been a balancing act between motherhood duties (in the absence of a permanent nanny), work and a workout (perhaps a workin is in order). However, I managed to put together a program to pay homage to the Sun God in the hopes that he continues to shine his benevolent light on us.
After the session, I was scheduled to attend my regular RIMYI class. The Tuesday morning class was the only one that fit into my schedule. TBH, I’m not too thrilled about it. I’ve attended the teacher’s classes before, and have never been able to connect with her. But I didn’t really have much of a choice so every Tuesday I find myself using every ounce of discipline I’ve cultivated over the years just to make it to savasana. Today it was different though, today that boring yoga class was one I didn’t know I needed.