This morning's practice though was something special, a seriously sweaty Primary.
Been a while.
Probably a result of the martinis while cooking, one too many perhaps...or five too many. They do go down well while cooking and listening to anything from Deano's Let it snow, Let it snow to Snoop Dog's A Pimp's Christmas (M. and Youtube were looking after the music while I cooked). Was there really a line about smoking the tree or is that the martini distorting my memory.
Dinner was a Chestnut, cranberry and parsnip loaf thing, worked well, stayed moist, so often the nut roasts get a little dry.
So too much drink, too much food and I fell asleep through King Fu panda, didn't feel very yogic.
|M. still doesn't get why us gaijin cram everything on the same plate|
It felt warmer this morning, cranked up the heat and went through Primary at a faster pace than usual to try and sweat the festivities out, nice practice, sweatiest in ages.
Best thing about this practice, it's like we start from scratch again with every practice, from the first Sury, the first Ujayii...
After only a little hinting M. got me the Yoga tradition of the Mysore palace. I read a copy in the LMU library while on Ramaswami's TT course, always wanted my own. Review to come in the New Year
Got M. the Pali cannon or at least a large part of it, can't wait to sneak a peek while she's at work....and she's always at work.