Man!!! I just wrote the most amazing of manifestos, the most brilliant life philosophy from a yogini/PTA that possesses Ph.D in Bacteriology.. I assure you, you would have enjoyed my best essay on life; eloquent, concise, and fucking hilarious….But Google quit unsuspectedly, and said manifesto is trapped in a draft that I can’t access.
How I wanted to vent about how much the extraction of teeth is a painful process, even when it goes as straightforward. But the humor in it God I can be fucking hilarious sometimes!
Time to move on.
So, today will involve my first Adho Mukha Svanasana that I have done in a week. How I adore DFD, but with healing sites of oral extraction, I have intuitively avoided inversions of any kind. Boy, I need them. So I’m seriously anticipating my first one, later today when I teach. I sure wish I could FF to that period in time that I do. But alas, I will do the Santa Fe Adventure first, and hope that I don’t have any moron moves. Time will Tell. I know my performance is steadily improving. Many people whom I thoroughly respect have assured me that it takes time to fully integrate into a new job.
Giving my mouth time to heal is one justification that I haven’t taken a class (life in the way) nor simply getting on my mat and getting a groove on. Hydrocodone make me so fucking tired. I do enjoy some of the side effects. But I’m back to work now. Motrin will suffice. And I will teach tonight and get back my mojo.
And on a Great Note, my sincere offering to Nataraj has improved quite a bit. One of the most Beautiful of Poses. Here is a snippet. Namaste.