Viparita Karani, again. I could do a whole series of posts about the days when my practice has included or consisted solely of this one pose.
My yoga since arriving in Delhi has looked like hot tea, lozenges and trying to get some rest when I can’t actually sleep. It has looked like lying on the floor with the fortuitously-shaped long rectangular pillow underneath the tips of my shoulder blades and breathing in the soothing steam of the shower, going back to bed after breakfast.
I felt the cold coming on shortly after beginning the anti-malaria pills last week, before we ever arrived – along with a host of other weird symptoms. I’ve been working every trick I know to show this nasty little virus the door, and I have to confess that I am grateful for these creature comforts at the moment, the staff who hear me cough and bring me tea: Ma’am, some hot ginger water, it will be good for your throat. I think it’s on it’s way out – with accompanying uncontrollable coughing fits and a blessed subsiding of the strange fogginess and odd pains. I’m also grateful to the me who had the foresight to bring handkerchiefs, lozenges, vitamin c and elderberry extract.
My yoga has been working with my internal contrasts more than the external ones – the part of me that wants to be out exploring and sometimes chooses to go anyway, even if I should perhaps be resting instead. The part of me that shouts about wasting this time and this opportunity – the part of me that has pushed through sickness with loved ones in Sweden, to climb high in Yosemite, to explore Dharamsala; the part of me that has no patience for minor sickness – and the part that wonders if that lack of tolerance might contain the answer to why this keeps happening to me when I travel. I laid in this position for ages this morning, until I became aware suddenly of my feet bouncing on the bed – and where did my mind go to, that I missed the urge, the initial motion occurring completely subconsciously? Was I asleep or just wandering? Either way, the motion indicates a bit of energy returning. I’m grateful for that too.
This series is intended to give a window into the realities of a personal yoga practice. And I would love to hear about YOURS.
What does your yoga look like, today?
Let’s practice together. Share your experiences or questions in the comments below or a link to a post you’ve made about your own practice – on your own blog, Instagram, or elsewhere.