Weird day. Started it with yoga with a couple of friends. Oops! Again. Started it with I-don’t-want-to-do-yoga-because attitude. It was raining cats and dogs this morning, why would I go out just to do yoga? Besides, I could practice later in the day…after going back to sleep. Man, today is a holiday, what the..?! Well, a text message from a yogin-friend finally pushed me out of bed.
We had a good start. We did pranayama preps—our first time sans the YT. I was only in my first set of kapalabhati and I already broke into sweat. They noticed. And found that weird. Especially in a cool, after-rain weather. Did shitali after but forgot to take savasana before proceeding to asanas. We also did the opening chant. Together. Key of C. 😉 Our first time, too—we usually say our silent prayers when we do self-practice.
Surya A. Then a runny nose. Argh! Hated it especially in Adho Mukha Svanasana! And weird why and how I got it when I didn’t have cold in the first place. In Utthita Hasta series, I was swaying with the morning breeze. Double argh! At this point, I was seriously considering completing only the standing poses and then moving to the closing sequence. But I managed to finish my practice…somehow.
We usually have a sort of satsang after practice. One is to two. One hour of yoga is to two hours of satsang (lafang is more like it though). So my ranting began. Details of my previous blog: how I am now unable to do pigeon, eagle, bow, and tree. Rant, rant, rant. Sticky rice with mangoes and hot chocolate for breakfast—perfect after practice by the way.
Went home. Logged on. Chanced upon this blog that called yoga a cult. Lengthy but unsubstantiated discourse. Not one yogic text was cited as a source or basis of the blogger’s argument. Where in yogic text does it say that the goal of yoga is “to escape from death”? That yogins have “to worship 300 million gods”? Sure, all of us are entitled to our opinion but with this right comes the responsibility of making it an intelligent one. And this blogger attacked not only yoga but also Catholicism and Islam. Om, shanti, shanti, shantih….
That didn’t work. Still upset. I decided to take a nap. Woke up still upset. Couldn’t be hypoglycemia. Prepared potatoes for dinner. Potassium is supposed to balance chemical composition in the brain, so I was told. Tomorrow’s supposed to be yoga day (have to meet my quota this week) but it seemed that I was ending this day with I-don’t-want-to-do-yoga-because attitude. Again.
Then I started counting the days…argh! Moon day. Nah, not the lunar phase—it’s 79% today. It’s MY moon day.
Moon days. Mood days. Mad days!