Been starting over again with my practice. This time I'm taking other classes as well, just to balance out the demanding rigors of ashtanga. A normal and basic hatha class, and a yin class. It was nice. I have accepted the fact that my ashtanga practice will never be the same - never be able to do the same finishing sequence again. But I think this is what my yoga means to me. A means of self discovery and development, a practice where I can find a balance between loving my self, honoring my body and respecting my capabilities.
I have asked and researched and this is what I deduced:
Never an unsupported shoulderstand again. I have to do it propped on a blanket.
Half plough pose.
Knees to head, supported.
Lotus supported.
Fish supported.
All this until my neck are healed. Maybe in March.
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