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In practice today, I felt all lightheaded and airy again. I added on my poses dutifully. I felt so breezy I came up from laghu like a spring – as though I was 50 lbs lighter. Which I most certainly am not. Kapo was fine, but also giddy and fast. I did my closing quickly and got out of there as fast as I could. I thought I might float away.

And of course, just when you feel completely ungrounded – India is right there to ratchet up the weird a notch. I left the shala and turned a corner, and right in front of me was a cow that had been dressed in colourful blankets with an ornate headdress complete with bells.. A man stood beside the cow playing a drum. The cow was slowly moving his head to the beat. I also heard a horn and it took me a few moments to realize where the sound was coming from. The cow was standing on the man playing the horn. No one seemed that astounded by it. I guess it is a thing. I googled “cow standing on man with horn” when I got home – and sure enough:

It is totally a thing. No biggie – one in every town. I felt so strange looking at his legs in kind of a yoga position – I hurried past in case I totally spun out. When I got home I didn’t mention the cow on the man’s legs for a couple of hours, until after I had some food in my belly and I knew where I stood in the world again.

Ganesh Chaturthi is tomorrow. Holden got the day off school today so that his teachers could prepare for the celebrations. They painted him a picture of Ganesh to hang in his room and gave him a bag of sweets that David was told were very good for him. Today we watched dragonflies at the pool, tomorrow maybe we will get to see the huge Ganesh statues and possibly more cows dancing on human legs.

It is Mercedes’ 20th birthday today. So if you happen to see her, sing Happy Birthday very loudly to her and insist on birthday spanks because she loves that kind of stuff. Loves it. So much!

When I first met Mercedes, she had just gone out with her mom to buy a back-to-school grade 3 outfit. It was a blue top with a matching skirt and she wore it to the movies to show her dad. She was pretty proud of it. Now she can buy her own back to school outfits, make amazing cookies, draw anything that moves, get herself to work on time, and a lot of other things that many grown-ups (including myself) still have trouble accomplishing.

For her birthday, we walked down to the apartment we lived in when the three of us were in Mysore two years ago. We were hoping to see her favourite cow, Crazy Eyes, but the stinky canal that ran alongside our old flat was being torn up and the cows were put away somewhere else. I did see one little calf, that I think might be Crazy Eyes’ offspring.

20 is a formidable number. Everything changes in 20 years, but there is this funny tie we have to our 20-year younger selves. If you told me that I was 14 only three years ago, I would be inclined to believe you. I’m not sure if memory has a timeline, it feels more like a bundle of disorganized papers that I am carrying with me into the future. Occasionally a piece of paper flies away as I bend down to pick up a few more.

20 years ago, David was pacing and waiting nervously in a hospital in Scarborough. 20 years ago, I was 14 in Rome, trying to decide if it was cooler to smoke Marlborough Reds or Camel Lights with my coffee.

What were you doing 20 years ago?

Today we didn’t need walk around looking for housing in the midday sun, and so we had a bit of a lazy day. We practiced, ate breakfast, made kettle miso, did the laundry, talked AYCT business, hung out and then went out for South Indian thali with gobi manchurian.

gobi manchurian

Gobi manchurian is supposed to be Chinese-style cauliflower. It is actually double deep-fried cauliflower and like most things double deep-fried it is quite delicious. Alice told me that I should be eating deep-fried things to relax my pregnancy induced yang condition.  Therefore, I should be eating gobi manchurian constantly.

At lunch, we bumped into Jenny and Raven from the Ashtanga Yoga Shala in Victoria. This is the second time we have completely invaded their quiet midday meal. They are going to start avoiding the Green Leaf if it happens again, I’m sure.

jenny and raven

One more food related item: bananas. I’m not crazy about bananas in Toronto. I don’t eat them that often, they taste good in things rather than on their own. And unless you are a big geek and own a banana carrier, they always become a little mushy and unsatisfying when they are carted around. In India the bananas are tiny, very yellow, and delicious. You buy about 15 at a time and one goes very nicely with cereal in the morning. I remember coming back from India in 2008 and thinking that a regular banana was a ridiculous amount of mealy yukky food. I think I read somewhere that the right amount of fruit to eat will fit in your hand. Anymore than that is too much.

babybananaBaby Banana = perfect.

Practice today went well. Sharath made disapproving noises as he stood in front of me during my dropbacks. I’m not sure what that means and I think that is OK. I suppose, like most things, it will all be revealed with time.

David, very kindly, put up a link to this blog on ashtangatoronto.com and once I get my rss feed up and working you can be constantly updated on my terribly exciting life.

Critter Corner:

We met a cow a block away from our house that really, really wanted to be featured in this blog. In fact, she blew her nose and sprayed us with snot  a couple times before David managed to get the photo. I feel her pain, this pregnancy has turned me into a snotty mess as well.


Unlike the cow, I will endeavour (however strong the urge) not to shower strangers with mucus.