The last day of yoga in Anjuna. During the last four weeks I’ve got very used to doing my practice in a big (!) group with generous adjustments daily. Now it’s time to resume reality in Newcastle and readjust to self-practice.
Every practice still takes a lot out of me; I have moments of total despair and discourage, but also moments of deep insight. Just like at home, some days the practice is very strong, other days very weak and shaky. I can’t say that the practice has transformed - four weeks is not long enough for that. But I have enjoyed being able to take the time to forget about the trivialities of real life and to thoroughly focus on my practice as it is in this moment in time. The support from the teachers and the group is invaluable; we’re all on the same path and can share beautiful times and experiences from along the journey (often relaxing on a sun bed by the sea or over a wonderful meal or a steaming cup of masala chai). In the mornings, I exchange smiles with many of them, even when we don’t know each others names or speak the same language, and I hope I will see them again somewhere in the world.
I try to take in everything that occurs on the mat so I can keep working on it at home, in the absence of anyone telling me off for keeping my hands too close when I jump back (or for anything else I’m not doing right). Having been to Goa has made the feeling that this practice is so right and amazing even stronger. And maybe that is the most valuable thing I’ve got here - not being able to do karandavasana correctly or floating through vinyasa (I still can’t do that by the way).
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