Taking a break from Steve’s complete coverage of the Encinitas story to reflect for a moment on our upcoming weekend. Steve will be spending it with Tim Miller. Our friend Jodi Blumstein is bringing him to Los Angeles (Tim’s thoughts on our home town here) for a three-day workshop. I can only make one class–householder duties will keep me busy. But it will be so good to see Tim, I’ll take what I can get. Here’s one reason why:
Last summer, when I was in Encinitas for Tim’s Second Series Teacher Training, I started out pretty nervous. Tim had not yet seen my practice past kapotasana. That first Mysore practice, he told me he’d stop me if he felt I needed to be stopped at a pose. So, I was not only nervous, I was pretty full of myself.
I could see Tim keeping a keen eye on my practice. By the time I got to parighasana (sometimes called “gate pose”), I was pretty worked up, much tapas. Parighasana is a seated fold that’s also a twist, so with my gaze pointed up I could see Tim hovering. He adjusted me on the right side, pressing down on my hip and guiding the twist. Then he did the same on the left. But that’s not the best part.
As I was gazing up at him, blind to the pose and myself, Tim took his finger, put it in the corner of my mouth, and assisted me in a smile.
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