In the eternal sleeplessness of early motherhood I re-discovered yoga. It saved me from that slippery slope into insomnia and psychosis. At least I had one ten minute part of the day that was total peace. However, it always bothered me that in the same period of time I had spent in my first yoga group, a very loyal Ashtanga class, I progressed to the point of teaching whereas in the Hatha class it seemed forever the same. Was it too easy? No. Was it what I needed? Yes.
A slow transformation took place, my body and mind had changed but I was fighting it all the way. Hatha is ideal for this kind of transformation, it is slow, deliberate, constant, grounding, kind of like weeding. It brought me a virtue I never possessed before, patience.
So back to Hatha I would go but always feeling a bit like I was cheating. Its glacial pace continued. Recently, I tried Vinyasa, a ninety minute continual flow of the sun salutation asana. In its repetition you work up quite a sweat! My private practice in yoga is back! So from Hatha I learned there are races in life but life is not one of them and in its repetition you cycle back into discovery. After a good breaming, beam and bream.
Day Five - Recipe Five
Jamie Oliver's fifteen minute Moroccan Bream (You Tube video)
