Practice has been great, body feeling better and had my first led class with Saraswathi yesterday. I've always held that Saturday is a day off, which is true for Sharath's class, but Saraswathi takes Sunday off instead. Just goes to show how we hold onto these "facts" like NO ASHTANGA ON SATURDAYS and then have these experiences that just crumple them up and throw them away.
After practice on Friday I really wanted to ask if I could come earlier and practice some of second, but I wussed out. As the "strong, independent woman from NY," I have cultivated the courage to ask for the things I want. But it's different here. You just have to wait and be patient. India has taught me a lot of patience so far. I want to play by the rules, but also get what I want. I grab my wrists in marichiasana D and stand up by myself out of urdvha dhanurasana. But I can't hold onto my face and rock around in garba pindasana. I'll have to ask around to folks who have been here longer than I have for advice. After all, it's only been a few days. I need some patience, and I need it now! :)
I've been eating really well. Lots of Indian food that is so delicious and so healthy and so inexpensive. Still no good Indian food pics, because I'm always so excited when it arrives, but here is a picture of a masal dosa. It's a fried rice flour crepe/pancake filled with potato and spices that you dip in coconut chutney.
After led class yesterday I had coconuts with a group of students and then had breakfast with Natalie (England) and Chris (Australia). We then took an auto rickshaw into Mysore city to the very highly recommended Three Sisters for massages. Like everything in India, it was hard to find and dirty. It's a famous massage place where ashtanga students have been going for a very long time. When I told Harini I was from New York, she started talking about all of the well known authorized NY based ashtanga teachers she knew, and was impressed that I had practiced with many of them. It was the weirdest massage ever, where they cover you in oil, have you lay on a mat, hold onto a rope, and rub you with their feet. It was very good. And very weird. Sometimes you just have to go with it.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading.
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After practice on Friday I really wanted to ask if I could come earlier and practice some of second, but I wussed out. As the "strong, independent woman from NY," I have cultivated the courage to ask for the things I want. But it's different here. You just have to wait and be patient. India has taught me a lot of patience so far. I want to play by the rules, but also get what I want. I grab my wrists in marichiasana D and stand up by myself out of urdvha dhanurasana. But I can't hold onto my face and rock around in garba pindasana. I'll have to ask around to folks who have been here longer than I have for advice. After all, it's only been a few days. I need some patience, and I need it now! :)
I've been eating really well. Lots of Indian food that is so delicious and so healthy and so inexpensive. Still no good Indian food pics, because I'm always so excited when it arrives, but here is a picture of a masal dosa. It's a fried rice flour crepe/pancake filled with potato and spices that you dip in coconut chutney.
After led class yesterday I had coconuts with a group of students and then had breakfast with Natalie (England) and Chris (Australia). We then took an auto rickshaw into Mysore city to the very highly recommended Three Sisters for massages. Like everything in India, it was hard to find and dirty. It's a famous massage place where ashtanga students have been going for a very long time. When I told Harini I was from New York, she started talking about all of the well known authorized NY based ashtanga teachers she knew, and was impressed that I had practiced with many of them. It was the weirdest massage ever, where they cover you in oil, have you lay on a mat, hold onto a rope, and rub you with their feet. It was very good. And very weird. Sometimes you just have to go with it.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading.
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