Friday, August 05, 2005

Reaching

Even early this morning, twas very very hot in Studio. In fact, there were only three of us brave enough to spread our mats across the bamboo floor. The room is not airconditioned, of course, as heat is one of the central requirements. Warm muscles stretch.

The walls are thick, so Rian imagines it was cooler iniside than outside. Nevertheless, after several minutes of bending and jumping the air became heavy.

"Today," Rian's yogini said. "We are going to practice holding our breath between each position. This will increase lung capacity as well as give you a nice natural head rush."

"Oh, wonder!" Murmured Rian to Rian's shin. "Today we will get high in the heat."

By the time Rian had done ten repititions, I'd lost up from down. The body keeps going, yes? It knows the order of things. But the head is indeed rushing, the eyes blind, the world flecked grey. I could hear the shrill bells on the stereo, but very little else other than the sea between my ears. Not even the pounding of my heart.

Rian wonders if this is what it feels like to die.

Also, Rian wonders if there will be time to purchase more green paint before tomorrow.

4 Comments:

Blogger keppet said...

"Nice" and "head rush" do not go together well in my mind. I get head rushes all too often to enjoy them and am rather fearful of them and the consequences of them.

Do you really do this for fun?

12:17 AM  
Blogger Emano said...

You make yoga sound so inviting. I simply must try it some time.

What is Rian painting green?

5:45 PM  
Blogger La Tulipe said...

It is not about 'fun', o bob. In fact, there is little of fun to it.

Tis about discipline and proving a point to myself and improving the body and setting stubborness against a challenge.

Mater, Mater. Rian is painting the world green.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Archie Furrows said...

The whole world? Green?

Do not tell Merlin, Rian, in case she is upset you did not choose pink...

1:17 PM  

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