What a different a week away can do for a person’s psyche. I spent 7 days on the other side of the country in Sydney with my sister and her beautiful baby. It’s a Chinese tradition to celebrate the newborn’s first month’s/full moon birthday. This is when the baby is introduced to friends and family and the mother’s one month’s confinement at home with the baby ends. Interesting tradition, I don’t know if I could be couped up all day at home without going utterly nuts.

Still no yoga for me. The wounds around the hips makes practice quite impossible. I can feel the loss of flexibility as the days pass by without practice. Some would say I should continue to practice come rain or sunshine (or scooter accident), but my body doesn’t feel ready for that, it’s still healing from the trauma and I’d rather save the energy for healing than spend it on yoga. I still sit and meditate and do stretches where and when I can, but I miss the moving meditation (and the profuse sweating) Ashtanga provides.

Not much else to write about today I’m afraid. I should go do some filing anyway, instead of spending time blogging about the yoga I’m NOT doing.