Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs Barton Springs...this is my mantra. Very helpful in plastic heated rooms packed with sweaty bodies in the middle of the desert. 54 classes to go!
Week 4 was nice, amazing teachers, classes hot, sometimes I turned reddish-purple. Bikram returned, teaching classes, playing nice music, and showing us movies until 3 or 4 am every night. I can officially now sleep anywhere in any position. Cold concrete? Sure, where do I put my little head? One fun thing about not getting enough sleep is that everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is funny. I've never been more slaphappy in my life.
Posture clinics continue along, I'm still all nerves when I get up to speak, but the memorizing part is getting a little easier. eh whatever, i'll be fine. Visiting teachers reassure us that even the first class you teach won't be as nerve wrecking as these posture clinics...so woo hoo! Tomorrow is our last test for Dr. Tripani, and that gloriously marks the end of our time with him. There are no words for how happy that makes me.
Next week is week 5 and Wednesday is the official official halfway point! One day at a time, one foot in front of the other, one posture at a time, one breath at a time, in the end its only the breath part that really matters anyways Jimmy... and I can do that, shit. Deeper and deeper into the pits of hell, and at the core nothing happens. Oh, I'm ok. I'm alive...Is there a snow cone stand around here?
Soooooo, You're sweat'n with the oldies. Or at least the moldies in the hot sweaty rooms. Looks like the plan is to melt away all resistance and re-mold the semi-molten form into a teacher capable of of reciting posture while humming ballywood tunes. Just think of the torture you will be able to inflict on those unsuspecting devotees.
ReplyDeletePiece of Cake. Just nurture the body, the mind, and the feet and soon you will be humming ballywood. Na, you're nurturing those tools that have brought you this far and will carry you wherever you want to go. At the core there is you, and us, and all of life. If I could ship snow cones there would be a steady stream. Week five over. Six is about to be assimilated.
Love ya, D
PS the previous comment was actually from the papster
ReplyDeleteU R my inspiration
take good care of yourself and remember that spirit embodies flesh so you are spirit
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