Shoulders are still tweaking. I laid off the jump back today. I absolutely positively must get my hands beneath my shoulders. Titibhasana to Bakasana was not as painful as it was yesterday, but it was painful enough. I can see what's happening; I just have to slow it down enough to realign. I felt the tweaking when I went to push my daughter's stroller. Okay...so we slow down and figure this out.
Setu Bandhasana, on the other hand, made sense today. As did the newest iteration of Sirsasana.
I feel myself reverting back to an old version 1.0 need to please my teacher. It's hard not to want to. It's built into the practice. Tomorrow is the led primary, when we show the teacher what we have learned all week and try to keep up with the pace of the counting. Must go easy on the shoulders...must.
And yet, at the same time, I am finding this average-ness to be delicious. More on that later.
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My little one has a cough that breaks my heart to hear. I have been watching her in the video monitor tonight as she sleeps, and she has just now come to a peaceful place. About an hour or so ago, I must have flown up the stairs (she is on the third floor) three times to soothe her. A hand on the belly seems to work. I am fumbling through being her Mommy, but she seems to think it's okay (except for when I wipe her face or her nose). I am dedicated to her.
In her big crib she seems tiny, though onlookers tell me she is getting so big. I see it sometimes, and then I see her again as a tiny peanut. My mother still uses the word "teeny" to refer to me sometimes. I am small; so it's a literal thing. But I think it must also be a figurative thing. I'm not sure I'll ever get this vision of my tiny daughter out of my mind, even when she is all grown up. Ssssh...let's not talk about that now.
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