It was a ridiculously warm day here in northern Pennsylvania. Ree-Dic-Yoo-Lus. Like in the 70s.
March, we never knew ya.
I walked out onto the deck to drink my Orgain for lunch and found myself face-to-face with my Christmas tree. Not only that, all my window boxes are still filled with decorative pine boughs. The bird feeder was strangely silent.
I thought about launching the tree over the railing and down onto the patio below and then dragging it down through the woods.
I thought about doing the same with the pine boughs.
I thought that it is probably a good idea to start bringing in the bird feeder at night now, because the bears, if they ever actually hibernated at all, were sure to be waking up now, and I don’t want a “yogi-sighting” on my deck in the middle of the night.
As I drank my lunch, I tried to figure out what would be a good sequence for my class on this ridiculously splendid spring day, and I decided that spring is the time for taking some risks! After all, all births have some element of risk and danger in them, and since spring is the time for re-birth, why not try some risky stuff tonight.
So after some challenging standing balances, I had everyone drag their mats to the wall for some pincha mayurasana prep.
They kinda freaked, but that’s what I had in mind, and it was good, and a few people actually got their legs up on the wall!
I was so proud of them for giving it a go, for trying. They are such a bunch of bad asses, my students.