I got up a bit after sun rise. It was still a time that I’d call ‘early in the morning’. It was calm and it seemed that I was the only one who was up. I prepared a cup of coffee for myself. It was hot, strong and black. I wrote my journal and when I felt ready I rolled out my yoga mat. As every morning I hang forward a bit. It’s so relaxing, it’s a first stretch. Soon I was ready for the more exhausting sun salutations. Flow was felt. I moved from asana to vinyasa to asana and so on. I added splits as preparation for asanas to come. This is going to be a good practice, I thought. The vinyasa were strong and courageous. I floated more or less. I breathed and didn’t think much. At 9:20 probably a bit later I’d be through primary. The plan was to do some extra back bending asanas, if I had still energy. I felt so strong. Then the phone rang. I ignored it, yet the flow was gone. Who calls me so early? Shall I check the phone? Keep practicing, I told myself. Supta kurmasana was possible and felt good. A milestone. I had just finished garbha pindasana, when the phone rang again. It could have been something important. I missed to answer, but I called back. This ended my practice. What is important to me is unimportant to others and the other way round. The fun was over. The energy got another quality. Monday morning I cursed, even though I like Monday mornings, because I like my life in general. It’s a pity. My morning practice was interrupted. It made no sense to return to the mat two hours later. The body was cold, the mood different, the flow was gone. I took a cold shower.
I understood why the former yogis went to caves to practice and meditate.
It was lunch time when I sat at the kitchen table enjoying my tiny breakfast with fresh strawberries. Then I started cleaning. It was overdue to attack all the dust clouds. Mondays are my prolific days. I usually have energy. Again and again I set the pomodoro at my multi-timer. Oh, I can see the difference now.
From today on we have to wear masks when we do grocery shopping or when we go by public transportation. Covid-19 changes our lives and our outfits. This makes it less attractive to walk around. Free breathing feels differently. Even though these masks have also advantages. One can make self-talks and nobody will realize it. To walk around would have been a joy. I like nature. Walking around would relax me.
My alarm clock is set. At 5 pm I’ll practice again, but not Ashtanga. I’ll do some pranayama exercises. My practice will be inspired by the Sivananda yogis.
I plan to spread the news that from now on I’ll never pick up the phone on Monday mornings before 10 o’clock. For today it’s too late. I desperately try to better my mood. To realize that all the dust clouds are gone is a tiny step in this direction. Energy is neutral. It can be used for anything.
It’s all fiction, baby. Be entertained. If fate means it good with me, I’ll have still many uninterrupted practices to come. Namaste and thank you.