Rolled out of bed, brushed the teeth, bird-bathed and headed to my yoga instructor's home to give her a crash course on how to update her website I set up for her; and in return, she would give me a session devoted to stress and depression management and restorative back asanas. I took my time, answering all her questions.
I know I'll be back over there to assist. Her time is better spent doing the things she loves, rather than the administrative upkeep of her site. I'd be more than happy to be the administrator for her. She just has to say the word. It's no bother. To say she's functionally illiterate when it comes to file management and internet navigation is an understatement. Hey, we all have to start somewhere.
She gave me a good solid hour of one on one instruction and discussion. I long to have the eye bolts and harness she has in her studio, for a full inversion and traction at home. The restorative poses I benefitted from immediately. Very liberating and actually helped undo a little of the damage inflicted from yesterday's assault at the nail salon. Assault? Yep. It's the only way I can describe, succinctly, the "massage" I was on the receiving end of yesterday. It did more harm than good. I'll still need a visit to the chiro, but perhaps I won't be in as dire of straits when I finally get to see him.
With my instructor, I feel my most vulnerable, as I put it all out there; everything which is affecting me, eating at me, stressing me out, and contributing to my depression which is exacerbated by my hyperinsulinemia related to my PCOS. Like an onion, each of the unsavory layers was peeled back, to be discussed and analyzed.
I enjoyed the visit more than I thought I would, and that's saying a lot because I enjoy my time with my instructor, but I was hesitant as I got ready for the visit. Hesitant to go thru the asanas/postures. Not really sure what was holding me back. I'm glad I relented. Perhaps I did it just as much for her as much as for myself. Who knows. I just wish I could get past the obstacles I am putting up for myself, blocking my own joy.
As I departed, she suggested I pick up some books. Perhaps I'll Amazon the rest. We each gave each other homework; me, asanas to do at home to help with decompressing my stress and decompressing my back; her, noodling around with her website and try to become a little fearless about how things work.
I went for breakfast, a big garden omlette, bacon, whole wheat toast, coffee, water. I lingered over the Sunday paper; then it was off to Barnes and Noble to see if they had a particular book by Pema Chodron. Alas the book I was intent on getting was not there, and I got one of the books which were available as a substitute. In addition, I got an audio book, actually a box set which contains Lois P. Frankel's "Nice Girls Don't Get The Corner Office" and "Nice Girls Don't Get Rich."Hey, I am sure I am guilty of several of the 101 mistakes women make, and if I can correct even one and benefit from it, it was money well spent. The remaining book I got was my second book by Paramhansa Yogananda, "Why God Permits Evil and How to Rise Above It." The book selections bespeak practical and self-help.
I need to somehow or another carve out some quiet time for myself. While I was in a few of the poses, I felt almost in a state of suspended animation. Surreal and comforting at the same time.At the very least, I felt I was in good and compassionate company; not "alone," and "acknowledged."
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