Pants it is.

Pants it is.

One of those days

Completely forgot Utkatasana and would have forgotten Tiriangmukhaikapada paschimattanasana without a reminder.

That’s what a sleepless night after too much chocolate (well, it cured my headache) does to a person.

Autumn soup time! I combined two recipes, carrot-ginger-orange and carrot-lime-lentil, so this is carrot-ginger-orange-lentil soup. Thick, colorful, warm and tastes so good. 

And I was just thinking this morning that a new favorite soup might make life better. Especially after walking to the garden (without a raincoat) and being hit by a pouring rain.

Autumn soup time! I combined two recipes, carrot-ginger-orange and carrot-lime-lentil, so this is carrot-ginger-orange-lentil soup. Thick, colorful, warm and tastes so good.

And I was just thinking this morning that a new favorite soup might make life better. Especially after walking to the garden (without a raincoat) and being hit by a pouring rain.

Moonday yoga

I figured something was up when I got to the shala this morning, but Facebook being the asshole it is only showed me the moonday warning update (from yesterday afternoon) today when I got home. What do you do?

I have a sore wrist from knitting too much too fast, and a sore knee from having bad genes, but somehow those things don’t upset me much anymore. I admit being in a habit of doing all kinds of stupid just to show the injuries how little I care about them (such smart, yes?), but this year I’ve tried this different approach of softening the practice and voluntarily leaving out things that make them worse. Today I even found a positive side from that: having to make changes (like no jumping forward) makes me focus more on what I’m doing. It’s not as automated as usually, so I’m paying more attention.

Something I’ve been thinking about lately: my current shala is probably a safer environment for me to practice in than the first one was. Related to those injuries, nowadays no-one’s making a big deal out of them or constantly reminding me about all the things I won’t be able to do because of them. My former teacher was very strength-jumpback-lift focused, and that kind of made me anxious about being left behind in the practice. Plus at some point I felt like I wasn’t very interesting as a student for not being able to start practicing flying. I still appreciate all the encouragement I got during the first two years, but honestly, I think the current approach has made me more aware of my body having it’s limits. And having limits not being the end of the world. I remember asking Juha last winter about adjusting Purvottanasana for crappy wrists, and him saying “you know, it’s ok to shorten it to two or three breaths”, and me being like “wait what, why have I never thought of that?”

So to answer your question onceinamoonday, that and realizing how difficult relaxing is.

1. I woke up at six today, without alarm clock.
2. I no longer need to make a pile of pants and keys in the evening to make sure I remember to pick them up in the morning.
3. I get sleepy around nine in the evening, and don’t get stressed over not falling asleep until midnight. Because I fall asleep way before midnight.

So I’ve been wondering for a while why my hair won’t stay where it should without pins, and why I’m feeling like I have a flu, but really don’t.

Today I realized it’s moist enough outdoors for my hair to get poofy, but at the same time the air indoors is so dry it makes my eyes burn. God I love this climate.

And yeah, me and my bank account realized I’d need at least 1,5 eight-class cards  a month to keep up with the approximate three times a week schedule.

And yeah, me and my bank account realized I’d need at least 1,5 eight-class cards a month to keep up with the approximate three times a week schedule.

I got my legs straight up in Shirshasana all alone, and then I was like “wait this wasn’t supposed to happen”, almost lost balance out of surprise, and had to redo the whole thing.

Well, now we know it can happen.

Ah, the Finnish summer.

Ah, the Finnish summer.

I think this is my first time knitting a sweater that looks nothing like a sweater during the process. Third day of rain and thunder, I have time for those long rows.

I think this is my first time knitting a sweater that looks nothing like a sweater during the process. Third day of rain and thunder, I have time for those long rows.