Mr. Zips met one of my heroes today, Rachel Maddow. She came in to the TV station to film a live spot for CNN and he was filming it. I haven't gotten all the 411, but apparently he told her I was a big fan and that I had instructed him to tell her, "Monkey!" (Fans of the show, on Air America Radio from 6 - 8 p.m. will understand). In response, she had him tell me, "Vigilance!" This made me happy.
Which is good because, otherwise, I've had a pretty rough day.
Yoga was very difficult for me today. I was not in a balanced place. Muscular energy, yeah, I got that. I can grip, hug in, draw in, grow strong with the best of them. Organic energy, not so much. Kalesy is struggling with radiating out, revealing her true light of Shakti. All of which sounds like New Age Heathen mumbo jumbo until I translate it. I can grit my teeth and muscle through life like the true daughter of a Marine Corp Sniper (don't bother running, you'll just die tired). But when it comes to letting go, expanding out and trusting that the Universe will hold you up, I'm not quite as skilled. Witness falling over lots in Ardho Chandrasana, half-moon pose. It's something I will need to continue to work on. But as I do, my GetRDone nature lacks patience and self-compassion. And the cycle repeats.
My car is making a noise. A wierd rattle noise. And no service centers are allowed to be open on Sundays. So I'll have to take Friday as an official day off to get her looked at. Joy. Every time I bring my car into one of these places, I leave $300 poorer. At least.
All that and - just when I thought I was smart - I came into this cafe to do my reading for next week's immersion class and I am really NOT getting this tantric philosophy thing. It's confusing. Really confusing. Here's hoping Deb can clarify a little. Because this is even more out there than Hiroshi. And that's out there...