It’s been windy up on the roof, and I think
my neighbours are getting worried. It’s
fair to say that yoga isn’t big here in the countryside, and all my salutes to
the sun might be freaking them out. I
think they probably believe that I’m up there worshipping some deranged god or
something. Hee hee hee. Am I? I may well be. Are we praying when we do yoga? I know Guruji said “you do yoga, you think
god” but he was a devout man, and from a different time.
Perhaps we are praying to ourselves up
there. We are certainly devoting the
time we spend practicing to ourselves.
We are quietly working on our minds, and our bodies. To suggest it is praying isn’t far from the
truth.
Again I got Bujapidasana. Again I stayed up for a few seconds. Part of it is wrist flexibility. Because I can’t make that ninety degree angle
yet between my forearms and palms, it’s hard to stay up. I’m sure with a few more weeks of getting up
into Bujapidasana, I’ll get some extra flexibility that’ll help me out there.
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