Following my beautiful (thank you Arturo) heel bound Kapo on Tuesday, have I since ascended the mountain on a cloud to sit amongst the Buddhas and Rishi's, chew the yogic cud with Patanjali him/herself? Sadly no, this morning's Kapo was back to normal, in fact worse than usual, I managed to reach my toes but failed to come back up.
Perhaps I was thinking about it too much, trying too hard to get the set up the same as Tuesday, or perhaps it was yesterdays Primary, who knows. I'm almost amused by it, almost.
But It's there now, somewhere. I know I can get in that deep now and I kind of know how I did it. Before, in the back of my mind there was always the nagging voice of Grilley whispering, '...perhaps you don't have the bones for it', or another voice snidely suggesting that I'm too old for such nonsense. It was similar with the Drop back, I did it and then I didn't, it came and it went like the wind but the fear was gone. Now I do them when I feel like it, not everyday, it's the same with coming back up from UD. It depends how much time I have, If it's a choice between drop back work and PCM then I'll drop the drops.
Tomorrow of course is another practice.