Clowning around

Hubby came in and interrupted my practice this morning. He’s usually really careful not to do this, but it turned out he thought everything had gone quiet and assumed I’d finished. He planned to tiptoe in to give me a bit of a head/shoulder massage in Śavāsana. Sweet thought! He hasn’t realised that my āsana practice is getting longer and he misjudged by about an hour. I couldn’t really be cross with him, could I?

So while he was around I asked him to watch a couple of things where I wanted some feedback on alignment. I was playing with this forearm balance my teacher just introduced in class — like Śīrṣāsana, but hovering the head off the floor. I was just bunny hopping with my arms in the set-up, trying to get a feel for it since I am not at all confident with inversions. He made me laugh by humming some circus clown music as I fussed my way into the pose:

Shut up, I need to focus. So I ignored him and went through the drill: inhale lift one leg and stretch it away, exhale bend the standing knee and then hop lightly at the top of the exhale; keep shoulder girdle stable, push down with the forearms.

And wheeeeee! No small bunny hop, just a super-scary/amazing lift from my centre and I was way, way up there — just for a micro-second before I had a sudden panicking thought that I must be about to put my foot through the rather large oil-painting we have hanging on the wall! So I wobbled into a rather graceless landing. “Well, yeah, that was almost cool” Hubby commented laconically. But for me it was! It was so very cool! It was the most lifted feel I’ve had yet. Such a surprise! A little sense of how it will be when I can actually do this! All the times in class when my teacher intones “more breath, less effort” suddenly make sense. This is the energetic lift I’ve imagined.

But now I’m a bit stuck. I don’t dare do this again in our small apartment. Too much furniture around to break or be broken by. It was fine when my bunny hops were heavy and experimental. Now that I’m growing wings, I need more space to fly! There’s nothing for it, we’ll just have to move home. I need a bigger nest! 😉


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    1. Sort of…! Hands clasped together, elbows apart like you would for headstand but keeping the top of the head hovering away from the floor the whole time. I walked in as far as I could and then did my little hopping thing…
      If only I were an Instagirl, I’ve had got the whole thing filmed for your entertainment!


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