Wandering Mind

This morning looked like a badly painted water color. Not in that it was ugly but in that you wouldn’t believe it if someone painted it. The pinkish orange horizon washes up into the light blue of the morning sky and if you trace it to the west we just get darker and darker blues until you see the brightest, clearest moon you’ve ever seen. It reminds me of a clear winter night in Montana…

I practiced with Spark Plug this morning (so named for a small accident she had unplugging the welder…). She’s very flexible but has lacked a “structured” yoga/asana practice so we only made it through Suryas, standing and finishing. I thought she knew a bit more than she did but I’m not complaining. I had fun teaching again (teaching yoga is nothing like teaching college) and she has a wonderful energy and attitude. I didn’t explain and do adjustments for everything as I wanted to have something of a practice for myself and I didn’t want to overwhelm her, either. She did wonderfully and I think she’s planning on coming back… I think that I’ll start getting a few more people coming in to practice with me as well which will incorporate more teaching, less poses, but an opportunity to share yoga. Today I felt like there was more of an exchange or connection than I usually have when I’m just practicing with a couple of people at the open practice times at the studio. Maybe it’s because we’re friends. It’s the feeling I loved so much when I practiced in Buffalo and I don’t think I realized I was missing it until today. I was very lucky in Buffalo to have the teachers I had and the friends that I had (scratch that, both hads should be HAVES). I don't plan on losing any of them.