After attending a Nancy Gilgoff workshop this time last year, and hosting Bobbi Misiti at my studio in February, I changed the way I brought my hands over my head in my salutations. Keeping a neutral spine was easy when you bring your hands together in front of you and then over head, rather than opening to the sides and lifting them up. But today, I went back to the way I was originally taught and I liked it better. I felt a welcoming to the universe into my heart. Of course, I am part of the universe, but this felt active rather than passive.
|I love balancing.|
This preparation is required because for nearly a year I have felt like a crippled yogini. I had changed my diet dramatically and began to suffer from a short left hamstring. I have never had short hamstrings! What was happening? Sure I'm getting older, but this yoga is supposed to help me maintain my health, physically and mentally. What wasn't working? After months of chiropractic, massage, acupuncture, Shiatzu, I was still in excruciating pain. I couldn't practice my yoga. I'd rather die. Some suggested Fibromyalgia, others detoxification effects, but already having two auto immune disorders (Hypothyroidism, Glaucoma) I simply refuse to have another one. The thought that reoccurred to me was one that David Williams expresses in his workshops. A body in dis-ease develops disease. I couldn't agree more, but I am determined that my dis-ease will end. So it turns out that my pelvis was severely out of alignment and it has taken too-numerous-to-count trips to the chiropractor to fix. I'm not perfect yet. There is still pain in my shoulders, which I am addressing with more shoulder opening postures. A month ago I couldn't bring my hands to reverse prayer, or fold forward in Janu Sirsasana. Today I can. Yoga, in tandem with body work, heals.