This morning I dragged my sorry butt to yoga. That makes yoga sound like a chore when it’s most definitely my favourite thing to do. But the studio where I practise is in West End which is a hike and parking is a challenge. I drove around the block looking for a street park until two minutes after the class start time, tempted to go home and curl up on the couch with my laptop and a cup of tea. But the parking gods intervened and I made it.
Disjointed
Today I woke up with an aching hip. Who knows why. It ached yesterday afternoon and kept me awake last night. I hoped yoga would help. Certainly I forgot about it for a while, although sometimes it interfered with a posture. My ardha chandrasana suffered. And while I floated home later in my usual post-yoga glow, oblivious to bad drivers, tedious talk-back and minor aches and pains, by this afternoon the dull discomfort had returned. I popped an anti-inflam earlier so hopefully I’ll sleep.
Which I desperately need to do. This daily note nonsense is keeping me up far too late. I’m murdering that candle. My eyes are gritty from lack of sleep, my skin’s dull and energy’s flagging. I either need to get faster or write these reflections in the morning. Write it forward? My hopes and aspirations for the day? That might be stretching the genre a wee bit too far. Then faster it is.
Wisdom
Today’s yoga quote from gentle sensei Jamie is “you need to push out to learn how to pull in”. This mantra is something I’m supposed to apply to my headstands but I’m wondering if it has broader application. Could it be a metaphor for writing? For my writing?
Inspiration
This morning I heard Helen Razer being interviewed about her new book The Helen 100. She published a chapter as a teaser in The Daily Review which I read last month.
I love her writing. It’s bold and fearless. It’s pure opinion from an intelligent, well-read articulate woman. She has a potty mouth and pushes the taste boundaries from time-to-time. Well, most times actually. Sister Chanel would definitely have called her a brazen hussy. But how I wish I could write like her. Always thoughtful. Always questioning and challenging the commonly received wisdom. She rattles the dominant paradigm till its teeth fall out. And I bet she’s never been told she doesn’t have broad appeal.
