14 Jul 2012
It was a blustery day, which is pretty rare here, as we are surrounded by mountains. As I drove along the expressway I could feel the crosswind. I saw a large hawk hunched down low by the barricades. Then a little sparrow flew down low in front of my car. I hit the breaks thinking I might just make it, or the bird may fly up, or out of harms ways, but the flurry of feathers confirmed my fear. At least it was fast I thought. A bolt from the blue. I started to worry that the bird was rushing back to a hungry clutch of chicks in a nest. Wracked with guilt, chanted a little mantra for the birds soul, told myself feeling guilty wouldn't help anything. What's done is done it was our karma to meet in this way. Then I thought about all the creatures that are killed on roads each day, walking is much less harmful. Our fast paced lives just lead to destruction on many levels. Vowed to ride my bike and walk more. But for this job, drive I must and I must work.
Later that night, while cycling home from the bookshop, close to my house with no lights. I took a short cut down some back alley. All of a sudden it was like a hand from the sky came down and stuck me, I flew through the air and landed on my stomach involved the deepest and most violent backbend I have ever experienced. My first thought was, I hope I haven't broken my back or neck. Feeling no pain, and being able to move all body parts I felt around for my glasses and looked around to see what the hell had happened. Seems I had cycled straight into a barricade in the road so that cars couldn't pass. Oh the stupidity of it. Seriously.
But that moment of being stuck totally unexpectedly, like a bolt from the blue brought back how that little bird spent it's last split second.
The next few days my whole body ached. Especially my abdomen. Then came the next and back pain. Almost all better now, almost. But it seems that I have whiplash in my lower back. I've been practicing my yoga asana constantly. At first only stretching postures that felt good. Slowly adding in the strengthening ones. Then a few cautious upward facing dogs. The only time I feel pain is in back-bending and headstand. This is getting less and less. Slow, patient, practice. I'm sure it's thanks to my yoga practice that I escaped with minimal injury and again thanks that the recovery is in progress.
I'm actually enjoying my hybrid practice of primary and intermediate. Back bends are out for now, and upward-facing-dogs I've cut to a minimum, don't want to aggravate anything. So, it's a primary, interspersed with the middle part of intermediate. Very nice balance. Am enjoying.
Pranayama, finally have a routine. Just a little before I practice every day now. Rolf's words on this matter have stayed with me. He said pranayama is like watering a garden. Too much water you kill the plants, better water little little every day, a few times if possible.
Posted by エスタ at 07:15