I’ve always had a fear of kicking up into handstand – scared that my hands (never have two palms and ten fingers seemed so small!) wouldn’t hold me; that my arm bones would turn to dust and crumble beneath my weight.
Well, there you go. The best intentions of chronicling my months during my first yoga teacher training produced the meager fruit of just four posts.
Do you ever feel like your mind has a life of its own?
During Friday night’s philosophy class, we had a brief introduction to the Upanishads, a collection of spiritual/philosophical verses that, in part, comprise the foundation of Yogic philosophy.