There is a distraction when items are tossed in the air. Yoga class was 6:30 pm at the end of a busy workday. So much left undone. Arrive early to drink water and calm the mind, after afternoon cup of tea. Do not pay attention the flying yoga face towels being pick up by a foot and tossed to hands for wiping between each posture. Toss, wipe repeat. Don't watch. Don't notice. Calm your mind. Focus on your breathe, do not even think of the flying yoga face towels. Breathe. Connect to the soles of the feet, set your intention whatever you do do not think of toe tossed flying yoga face towels. Set your intention for the class. Now instead of calm down and breathe, it is "Do not pay attention to the flying yoga face towels." (Which makes me think about flying yoga face towels) . Focus on breath, think you are a skeleton. Gaze soft, god dammit you won't see the flying yoga face towels. Is there nose wiping going on? Just look at yourself, do not pay attention the toe tossing flying yoga face towels. I will never ever ever use the face towels in any yoga studio again. Do not think of the face towels Let the thought go, clear your mind focus on your practice. So hard to do. Then in compression pose face a fire and sensory hallucinations begin. 1962 Christmas stocking, peppermint hard candies in white with red stripes wrapped with clear crinkly plastic, twisted at the ends, and peppermint patties that are a blast of Arctic chill. Rhe memory floods in 90 degree summer day circa 1964. Take out a coin, peel off the white lining from the exterior silvery paper, rub the wrinkles of the paper smooth to craft some shiny, sweet-smelling jewelry. Lips and nose numb, cheeks on fire, upper bronchial tubes collapsing ...Yoga tip of the day: Keep your eyes softly focus. Any instruction you hear or give your self that begins with "don't or no" wind ups being a do.
