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Bad Day 9? Practice Enough & Everything Else Disappears January 19, 2011

Posted by ajoyfulpractice in 21-Day Challenge, Changing Perspectives, Fitness, Health, Karma, Mantra, Meditation, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Music, Philosophy, Twin Cities, Yoga.

Day 9

“Remember to breathe / Remember to hold your head high / Remember to smile some / And just listen awhile / You’ve practiced enough, yeah…. / And that’s when the world seemed to stop.”

Everything Else Disappears (Sister Hazel)

Life hasn’t really settled down, but it is heading towards what passes for normal. By that I mean, the cattle prod sensation has dissipated and getting up to go to work this morning felt like, well, getting up and going to work. Part of me wanted to stay in bed (you know the drill) and part of me couldn’t wait to hit the mat.

The latter part won out without too much struggle. I was looking forward to repeating the Morning Sequence and also looking forward to the fun sequence I was planning to teach at the studio. Since I wasn’t overly pressed for time, and because I didn’t want to have a lot leftover to do at the end of the night, I sat briefly and then practiced the Morning Sequence with Kate Holcombe as the warm-up/integration to the sequence I was planning to teach. It worked perfectly. One of the things I particularly noticed was how the first part of the video sequence compared to a similar sequence I’ve recently used for integration. The sequence in the video wasn’t a super heat builder, but it nicely integrated the breath, mind, and body. The comparison also made more aware of the subtle movements inherent in a yin practice. I wrapped up with time to spare, but then used up that time making the bathtub a little friendlier. Ironically, I wasn’t as annoyed as I thought I would be when it came time to clean up.

On Tuesdays, I often have a big break between classes. It’s nice, especially on a day like today, to not rush through lunch and to not have to rush from class to class. Of course, the big break also means I’m around a lot more people who don’t practice yoga. Case in point: a woman, babe in arms, who sat next to me on the train and recited a mantra (or was it a litany) of curse words to whomever she was talking to on the phone. I felt bad for her, her son, and for everyone around us. I wanted to suggest she give peace a chance. I also thought, ‘Darn, now her words are going to be stuck in my head.’ But, once she got of the phone, I started humming Daniel Powter’s Bad Day and forgot her angry refrain. Later, as I waited for the bus, I encountered a woman cursing in her car. Again, I felt bad that I couldn’t directly improve her disposition. But, I didn’t feel the need to hang on to the negative encounter. It was just a moment, and then it passed.

Ideally, I wanted to practice the 18-Minute So Hum Meditation during my big break. The only question was: where to sit. Thinking back to last Tuesday, I decided against a super public place and opted to cop a squat at the Downtown Minneapolis YMCA. The studios with doors were all occupied, but I didn’t let that stop me. I found a quiet, partially lit corner in a studio normally used for Step and Body Pump classes. Even though this studio is often used as a dressing room crossover when classes are not in session,.I found it fairly easy to block out the ambient noise and focus on the quiet recording coming from the Pocket Tunes on my phone. When I was done, my legs were no worse for wear and the activity around seemed to magically increase, as if the world had (mostly) stopped and then started up again. Man, I love it when life is like a song!