Tuesday yoga

You know the feeling when someone walks up to you in the middle of your recovery-Marichyasana C and says “I can see from here that your collarbone has been out of place at some point”, and that makes your very basic, well healing neck injury feel like you lost an arm? Until then I was having an exellent and super strong practice, but afterwards I began to feel like I should maybe check in at the nearest hospital instead of doing yoga. And I’m a little tired of having substitute teachers to replace the original substitutes, and having to explain everything from wrist-knee-neck to no, I’m not doing the whole primary series yet. (The latter was a really odd question, since most people do move to mysore around the first sitting poses.) Plus I miss M’s odd sense of humor.

Oh well. I’ll just try to get to T’s classes until things get back to normal. I’m glad the shala won’t close completely during Easter, and there will be morning mysore from Thursday to Sunday.

The visa process

I went to leave my visa application to a travel agency. The man behind the counter looks at my name on the paper and says:

"Aaa! You have a sister? Her visa is ready!"

I was kind of stressed out because of all the bureaucracy (and because I’m doing all this at the last minute) but for some reason this made me feel much more comfortable.

Chickpea omelet / Chocochili

@transluzent, I used this recipe. Short translation:
1,5 dl chickpea flour
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp jeera
1/2 tsp turmeric
black pepper
1 dl water
1 tsp oil

Mix flour with all spices, then add water and oil in small portions. Let rest for 5 mins, fry in oil. Turn when the omelet is solid enough. (This was really fast, maybe 2-3 minutes each side.)
The filling is just half an avocado with chives and salad.

Chickpea omelet, where have you been all my life?

fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

fozmeadows:

In which seven cats all discover the same slightly elevated flat thing and claim it as their own while pretending the other six cats don’t exist.

(Source: misterjakes, via transluzent)

Late night yoga for Sunday (again)

Granted, this was really late, and that led to yawning during Padmasana. Still, it was my first full home practice in a long time. I was a bit distracted due to being sleepy I guess, but other than that I’m happy with what I managed to do. I’m still trying to be careful with the neck, but in most asanas it’s just that; not taking it too far. I did stretch it carefully, and I’m hoping that will eventually get it moving better. Fingers crossed.

Somehow I felt unusually strong throughout the practice, but it’s difficult to define how exactly. And flexible. I had the idea that I’ve been mainly sitting on my ass lately, but now that I think about it it’s not really true.

First aid. I have already found two possible foster homes for extra basil.

First aid. I have already found two possible foster homes for extra basil.

I’m looking for a place to stay in St. Petersburg in the beginning of May. I’m sort of leaning towards Airbnb (because all hotels seem to be fully booked, and the ones that are left are either expensive, depressing or both), but if anyone has good suggestions, please share. Suggestions?

Last night I dreamt that I travelled to an island on the Pacific end of Russia. It was in far north and similar to Svalbard. There I was, wondering what had made me travel to a cold place in the middle of nowhere. During the trip I also found out that there was an unknown continent (about the size of China) in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Today’s notion: I’ve actually practiced more regularly during the past week than I’ve ever done in normal conditions. Never mind if it’s just a tiny evening practice. Also, I’ve gotten over the idea that not being able to do this and that for a week or two would be a total disaster. It’s not.