I think I'm falling ill. I'm not sure what's wrong but I'm definitely not in my best color. That's why I am justifying myself dyeing my hair. YOU CAN'T SHAME ME.
But before that, I went for two back to back classes with Deeksha Yoga at Pomo.
It turned out I was the only student in both classes so the skillful instructor tailored the class for me, bringing me back to basics.
In case I forget, here's what I learnt from her:
1) All back bends begin from the legs. If I want a deeper stretch without killing my back, I have to engage my legs. I can do that by lifting my toes.
2) Forward folds must be belly-touching. If it's not touching, it's not a fold. I must touch my belly to my legs then start stretching to my maximum.
3) My core must be actively engaged no matter what I do. If I don't know how to engage it, suck in, it'll do the rest. Suck in no matter what pose I'm inching into.
I learnt a lot more but right now, it's escaping me and it escaped me even when later on today, I tried to do a wheel with my new-found knowledge. Old habits die hard.
She was needlessly patient with me and twisting me into all sorts of poses happily. The stretch I got from her was incredible. I never could touch my soles on the mat in a downward dog but TODAY I DID! Can I get a whoop whoop.
Left class feeling mighty stretched and headed to Salon One.
Salon One is magic.
I am alright with my mossy green hair, but my mum's one-time comment on how she finds my green repulsive has affected me more than she thought. She said she'd rather I go red again so HERE'S FOR YOU MUM.
Being red put me in a spectacular mood for the rest of the night. I was bouncing a lot and bobbing and making class A jokes. Despite everything, I belong with red. My heart (or hair) is home.
Goddamn I hate my grey eyes. I need to buy black lenses asap.
So thankful that we're still together after all these years :')
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