How important is the teacher/student relationship?

In some things I value having one teacher who knows what I’m doing and remembers my name and so on. In reality it’s not possible in here. The shala has more than one teacher (the one I go to basically has two and the classes during the week are usually half and half) and I can’t start arranging my life around getting there on random days because I need to be taught by a specific person. In that sense this isn’t even a relevant question to me.

And I think I’ve said this before: I also value getting a second opinion. I don’t mean getting literally two contradicting opinions on the same thing, but in general different teachers catch different things in your practice. One might be in a habit of aligning Trikonasanas, while the other gives you verbal assistance in not being too hard on yourself. You get the point, yes?

Dear Pinterest, 

The ginger (on right) I placed in a planter about a month ago did not start to grow “in no time”, and I have been forced to invest 11 cents on a piece that looks like it might have more potential. Just wanted to let you know.

Dear Pinterest,

The ginger (on right) I placed in a planter about a month ago did not start to grow “in no time”, and I have been forced to invest 11 cents on a piece that looks like it might have more potential. Just wanted to let you know.

Tuesday yoga

First t-shirt day (because +16 C is totally enough for that), first Shirshasana in almost a month and first full finishing sequence, too. Halasana and Karnapidasana were a little uncomfortable with arms stretched back, but otherwise nothing hurt. I even bound Marichyasana C on the left side, because right side unbound felt like I was slacking for no reason.

It’s getting really warm indoors, and I’m glad the heaters were off today. Also, I’m seriously considering investing in yoga clothing that isn’t cotton.

One of my friends was already worried about the avocado tree taking too much space in my flat.

One of my friends was already worried about the avocado tree taking too much space in my flat.

Spring, day 2

Spring, day 2

Warmth. +25 on the sunny side, so I went for a walk with no socks, wearing my summer jacket. And accidentally had ice cream at Bearpark. I have no idea how some people were able to walk around wearing winter coats, knit hats and scarfs and not die. (Also have no idea why I chose to practice under the heater this morning, so maybe I can’t judge anyone for wearing a wool coat.)

Pasha time.

Pasha time.

Sunday morning yoga

Evil hamstrings, yet no neck pain what so ever. Began to take Marichyasanas a little further to see what happens. So far nothing has happened. Did a light not-so-straight shoulder stand to see what happens, but nothing special happened there either. All good.

Exept that peeling a solid chocolate egg from an egg shell is really hard when it’s warm and the shell clings on chocolate.

I’d say it was a good solution not to squeeze that lemon straight in to the dough.

I’d say it was a good solution not to squeeze that lemon straight in to the dough.

Oops.

Oops.