With the Confluence fading into the past, we are back to our dedicated home practices.
I think it’s important to include the descriptive “dedicated,” because otherwise I might be talking about one of those home practices that often veers into the “check your email,” “take a few breathers” variety. That would never happen with us. We’re like twin laser beams of Ashtanga. Our practice space looks like, well, this:
One of the little perks to my practice comes with my post-Yatra ritual (I think routine is the wrong word). I get up, I wake up — perhaps with some assistance — and then I perform a quick, and probably sloppy (but improving), puja before beginning my pranayama and asana practice.
And so practice is by the light of
canola oil butter lamps, with an offering of a cutie or two. And that’s the key.
When I’m finished with practice, when I’m done with savasana / I’ve taken rest, there’s a sweet little mandarin or two to go along with my water.
Whatever it takes to get through, right?
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