The video that started it all (see 'I love gymnastics' post).
Another video.
That was fun.
We aren’t finished here
It has been a long road. I recently published all of my blogs onto one platform. Since 2007 I have had 29 blogs. That’s close to 80...
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Maybe it is like ladies' holiday, you take the first three days off to rest. Or maybe you just keep practicing and sweat it out. Persona...
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Okay, now, while I don't think yoga should be learned from pictures, I do know that this is how I started my practice. I hunted these p...
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"You are enlightened until you think that you aren't." -David Williams (Photo from David's website http://www.ashtangayog... -
I've been asked this so many times. How the #%&! do you jump through? ? Well... Magic. My long monkey arms. I don't eat meat. I...
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Reading this or any blog could be constituted as a distraction. Just thought you ought to be made aware of this. I thought I might as well ...
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In the winter, the balmy, sticky, cold, and rainy days make me scared to go to practice. I feel like an old hinge and a rusty bike chain al...
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I'll be the first to admit it. I was staring at the main shala homepage waiting to see a note that said "no fearing, you come...
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From the talk: "And what I have to, sort of keep telling myself when I get really psyched out about that, is, don't be afraid. Don...
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Saraswati and I had a moment today and its possible that she didn't even know it. (Sometimes I feel like a stalker that develops this en...
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Why on earth would I care whether or not my students waited for my count before moving into upward dog from chaturanga? I ponder this ques...
3 comments:
I find myself a bit obsessed with gymnastics too - and I find that a bit disturbing. Like, why is there this connection between gymnastics and Ashtanga? It's almost like Ashtanga's dark side is gymnastics or something like that? Not sure. Not sure I can even cop to this. But there it is.
God, that little girl sobbing on the floor, trying to push her leg away! Reminds me of the torture devices my sister and I would rig up when she practiced gymnastics and I practiced ballet. We'd sit on each other in splits, I'd put my legs in the froggy position to force turn out and she would lay across my knees and force them to the ground. Or we'd practice 'plier' in the small space between the bed and the wall so that we couldn't cheat it. We'd each say to the other, 'don't let me out even if I ask you. Hold it for 2 minutes'--stuff like that.
Well, is it bad to say this? Asana *is* gymnastics. It's all the rest of it that makes it yoga, isn't it?
Fun?
No, child abuse.
Jackie
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