Spaced out.

Today my practice has been all about space.

First, there was a big space between me waking up and me engaging my mind and body in a positive way. I did, however, go to the doctor. That was productive.

I finally sat down and thought about my spiritual health at around 10:30. I read part of the chapter on asana in Light on Life, and it proved to be just what I needed to relieve the stagnation I felt in my body after traveling and losing a little bit of faith in myself yesterday. Instead of straining my muscles to contort themselves into positions that they don't feel comfortable in, I worked on expanding my awareness to my fingertips and my toes (and everywhere in between) in order to create some stability in my pose. Whaddaya know, it worked. Instead of feeling like I've overstretched my muscles (which for some crazy reason sometimes feels good!), I feel like I have reconnected my mind with my body.

I needed that. Now I can learn to create space in my body without struggling against tension that I feel powerless to relieve. Tomorrow morning I am going to class (either Karen or Robin, I don't know yet), and I am going to remember this idea in my head for tomorrow morning if tv doesn't rot it out first.

Rot rot rot.

Speaking of rot, I need to stop drinking coffee altogether. It sucks that I've gotten to the coffee mecca, with espresso every two feet, and I am just recognizing that I should totally not drink it. It affects the stability in my concentration, just like television obviously does.

I'll get there eventually.