A regular self practice has been something I haven’t been good at with my yoga. It’s not like my tai chi. I can get up in the morning, move furniture and play my forms to my own inner rhythm. Yoga has always felt different. Roll out the mat and get distracted by the fuzzies on the floor, the cat that wants to walk under my down dog.
Just B informed, April 5
We practiced mysore at our own pace at 6 a.m. this morning. No chatting. No instructions. Just a room full of breath.
Two people practicing in silence at sunrise is a big step toward cultivating my home practice.