Oh what a BUSY day. Regretfully skipped observing Geeta’s class in favour of practicing myself and getting on with the jobs that need to be done before I return home. However I did get a full report from Eva (see below) when she floated through the door after a ‘Geeta special’ pranayama class.
“The eyes have to sit in the pockets of the cheek bones and the brain will follow and quieten, eardrums also withdraw inwards. On the inhalation observe how the eyes rise again. They are like naughty children who continue to repeat the same behaviour, and in the same way as with a naughty child you have to repeat often, kindly and firmly the behaviour you expect of them.
In the viloma she used the pauses to put the eyes back in their pockets. The chest opening had to come very naturally – not as a result of a command from the brain.
I spent a long time trying to speak to Air India and even with my unflappable yogic calm it was impossible to get anywhere with them. Incorrectly advertised telephone numbers, menu systems that didn’t work and when I finally did get throughto the right person I explained the problem and yep, you guessed it, they hung up one me. I am NEVER flying Air India again!! On the trip out here I rang them no less than three times to check and double check they had ordered me a gluten free meal for the flight and then checked again when I checked in. When the meals came out and I asked for my gluten free one the steward looked utterly mystified, as if I’d asked for the moon and then proceeded to give me a bread roll! I ended up with a little sachet of cut fruit served with cut fruit, with a side order of cut fruit and cut fruit for dessert. It would have been funny, except somehow on a plane the food becomes a magnificently important event and I was HUNGRY.
Headed out for my final shopping mission to get Josie a little indian outfit and also a supply of ragi flour which I can’t get in the UK. You get millet flour, but not this dark coloured chewy stuff that I love. I am feeling quite anxious about how I’m going to pack all this stuff to get it on the aeroplane, am hoping the ropes are not too bulky.
When I arrived for medical I was surprised to see Guruji on the stage lying in savasana with an enormous weight on the thighs – this was what I needed for my head, my brain was hopping about all over the place. My sequence stayed pretty much the same, with some adustments from Guruji where he felt a pose could be done more effectively. Each time he makes a change you are required to give a quick response as to it’s effect. One very nice pose (and I use the word ‘nice’ in the yogic sense, meaning exquisitely uncomfortable) is a rope sirsasana on the ceiling ropes so I’m dangling in the centre of the room, I fold the elbows and then weights are tied to the forearms. This makes the whole organ body feel like it’s being drawn into a long, skinny line along the length of the spine (it also drags and scrapes your bare calves on the rough, fibrous ropes, ouch).
When I came home I realised the taxi company hadn’t confirmed my online request for Friday’s cab, so I rang them and yep, they hung up on me too …….