I ate too much Buddhist Chinese food last night and I woke up in the middle of the night panting like a dog. My practice was equally as weird and uncomfortable as my sleep. I felt heavy, thirsty, too-full. Gross.
I added krounchasana and ustrasana back on. They felt great after primary, I don’t have the cahones to try laghuvajrasana quite yet. I know that pose screws with a lot of very able practitioners, but it never bothered me until I was about 5 months pregnant. It was starting to get a little hard to pull myself back up, but nothing major. Then one day – I came up a little – and then flopped back down on my head. I laughed, tried again, and it was even worse. Up until I left for India, I would make horribly dramatic grunting noises before David or Shara would take pity on me and help me up. For two weeks before I left for India, I started going down staircases backwards because of the agonizing burning feeling in my thighs.
I recognize that the issue that led to this problem has become somewhat exacerbated, but I am hoping to not get involved in laghu-drama this time around. I will roll the dice maybe Wednesday or next week, depending on what David says.
In Today’s Paper
I read about a study today that claimed sad movies effect babies in utero. So, David and Mercedes did a medley of Sound of Music songs for me and the baby. Mercedes did a little interpretive dance to go along with “Do, a deer, a female deer.” It was quite good. I’m not sure if the baby could totally appreciate it without seeing the dance. Oh well, she has two months to really perfect it.
I also read about Steve Cooper, who in 2006 was unemployed in suburban London and found his calling after a trip to India revealed him as the reincarnation of Bahucharaji, the hindu goddess of eunuchs. Apparently, the similarities are uncanny, and even his Hindi friends back in England would comment on it from time to time. Here is Bahucharaji – with a rooster horse – fun!
And here is Steve:
Personally, I don’t see the resemblance. But Steve believes it is true, and so do a large group of followers. I’m not so interested in the truth of the story, but I love how quickly and absolutely someone’s life can change. In Goa a few years ago, Sharath spoke about dharma. Mostly his own, but he also talked about the dharma of his students many of whom want to be teachers – and he quietly pointed out that many of them shouldn’t be. The questions around dharma were so charged in that room filled with westerners. “How do I know my dharma? When will I find out?” Like somehow dharma actually means a great career choice , and knowing your dharma is equivalent to finding the perfect job. Sharath seemed a bit baffled by all the emotion around the idea of dharma. I wondered if part of his dharma was to be a career counsellor for westerners.
But I like that good old Steve just seemed to fall into that idealized version of what we think of dharma. He couldn’t find anything he liked, went to India for a vacation, and bingo bongo he’s living with a bunch of eunuchs, blessing infertile women, and loving it.
I’m not sure where Steve is now, I assume his tourist visa has run out, but I hope he is still at it. From the articles, I read about him, he seemed very suited to his new position. It is one thing I miss being in India. All those “what should I do with my life, my work” questions have “wait and see” answers. Doctor, lawyer, actor, novelist, yoga teacher, husband, mother whatever you think you might be – if you never end up doing it, it wasn’t your dharma to begin with.
My wise friend, Sandra, once said to me, “You can’t go on every ride in the fair.” True that.