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flexagonI had a good yoga class today. I think I succeeded in doing high crane -- if I did, it was the first time ever. It was all very zenlike since I had no particular hope of success as I went into it (I always try...), but felt no particular surprise at being in the pose until the teacher looked over and said "Hey flexy, that looks great!" Then I realized that perhaps I was in high crane. And fell over. :)
We also did a very cool thing with a strap in which we tried to bring one foot up behind us and to our hands, theoretically in preparation for king pigeon pose, which is pose of the month. We just did this balancing on one foot, rather than on the floor like the picture shows. Couldn't do it, but I sure loved trying. I really haven't worked on backbends lately since I've been so focused on other things (inversions, which are more fun, and hip openers, which are more frustrating).
Earlier today I expressed my intention to never move to NYC, since (as I said) I would never be able to move out again. Those I was talking to didn't understand this reasoning, but I didn't express it very well... really, it comes back to hedonic adaptation. I would get used to New York, and losing the feeling it gives me right now would be heartbreaking. Plus, I would be disappointed with the rest of the world forever. Perhaps it's just fear that the infatuation wouldn't deepen into true love, or maybe (speaking of true love) I just don't want to leave Boston. But either way, I think there could be an essay in this topic, if I ever feel like writing such a thing. And if I do I'll start with this quote by Cavafy:
It's a depressing quote, but only in context. Out of context I find it rather comforting, and I hope that it's true.
We also did a very cool thing with a strap in which we tried to bring one foot up behind us and to our hands, theoretically in preparation for king pigeon pose, which is pose of the month. We just did this balancing on one foot, rather than on the floor like the picture shows. Couldn't do it, but I sure loved trying. I really haven't worked on backbends lately since I've been so focused on other things (inversions, which are more fun, and hip openers, which are more frustrating).
Earlier today I expressed my intention to never move to NYC, since (as I said) I would never be able to move out again. Those I was talking to didn't understand this reasoning, but I didn't express it very well... really, it comes back to hedonic adaptation. I would get used to New York, and losing the feeling it gives me right now would be heartbreaking. Plus, I would be disappointed with the rest of the world forever. Perhaps it's just fear that the infatuation wouldn't deepen into true love, or maybe (speaking of true love) I just don't want to leave Boston. But either way, I think there could be an essay in this topic, if I ever feel like writing such a thing. And if I do I'll start with this quote by Cavafy:
You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas. The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets. And you will age in the same neighbourhoods; and you will grow grey in these same houses. Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other...
It's a depressing quote, but only in context. Out of context I find it rather comforting, and I hope that it's true.
