My yoga teacher Ian is like a (wonderfully) mad genius. I’ve tried nearly every type of yoga in Melbourne, but I’ve never met a teacher like him before. Every class is different, he’s not afraid to use books, or change things at a moments notice. He doesn’t prepare, just goes with how many people are there, and whatever the vibe is. We often chant in Sanskrit, usually just at the beginning of the class, and sometimes during the poses. After a few classes with lots of people, today was only Eva, Mimo and I, and we chanted for nearly forty minutes.
Ian often starts the class with an incredibly deep, almost hard to handle chant - and today we learned how to do it. It’s hard to not be self conscious, but after a little while, I got right into it. It’s amazing what voices can do when you let them. We repeated the chant we begin the class with, but with Sanskrit correction - not saha na va vatu - sa HA na va VAtu, not shanti - shhh-ant-i-i, and sometimes shant-thi-i. Always a pause after om. I felt very Eliza Doolittle. Then we did headstands, which are always exciting, and are possibly my least performed yoga pose - apart from bakasana - the crow pose, which makes me scared I’m going to break my nose.
Only two more weeks until the yoga term finishes. I don’t know what I’ll do without it. Well, yes I do - I’ll be taking my mat to the horse park and hoping Mr Dog doesn’t knock me down while I’m trying to do balance poses.
On a non-yoga note, today I spent an hour writing all my programs for next week - that’s right - ALL. I don’t really know where the idea came from, but it was pure genius, and now means I can just grab my client’s books and know it’s all done. I even remembered who needed new programs - Daniel, you’re going to love your new split! Tonight has been an evening of delicious pasta, salad, and Miss M nearly falling asleep at 6pm. It’s still so light I’m toying with the idea of taking Mr Dog to the park before bedtime.