Serenity
Ok, now I got the bad stuff, or some of it anyway, out of my system. There are one or two things I'm conspicuously not commenting on, and that will continue. Watch the news. You probably know how I feel, and whether you agree with me or not is unlikely to change or to influence what's happening. So I just don't want to talk about that.
Anyway, I'm all happy and peaceful today. I had a nice little fangirly squee over the very lovely David Tennant's participation in the West Wing quiz. He renews my faith in geeks. I also had a really nice yoga session this morning. I'm slowly working out ways to get around various niggly little problems, and everything is improving. It was the relaxation that got me all happy though. Normally I'm not much of one for passive relaxation and meditation. I vastly prefer something active like tai chi or yoga, or I can really tune out whilst exercising in a gym in a way that's pretty much meditative. I do go through phases where I manage to meditate, and when I can get myself to let go I really, really do let go. That's probably just true of me generally, that I find it so hard to let go but it tends to be pretty spectacular when I do. I've had really trippy experiences with meditation on occasion, but then I think I just trip out intensely with a lot of things. I haven't really done it with yoga relaxation before though.
Every Sunday in the programme of my little yoga book it has five or ten minutes of relaxation, lying with a bolster under the head and chest to encourage deep breathing. The book sticks to the line that you don't do proper Pranayama until you're ready for it, and you should have supervision, but it does include some preparation for it. For the first few weeks you just concentrate on relaxing the body. This week I started focussing on my breathing. I should have known it might do something intense, I've tried a whole lot of different meditation exercises but the ones I always seem to get on best with are ones that incorporate focus on the breath. Nothing weird in a hallucinatory sense happened, but I felt an odd sort of sensation that put me in mind of endorphin highs only not. Sort of, if an endorphin high is the sugar rush from eating a mars bar, this was the feeling after a really nice bowl of pasta: satisfying, yet not too intense, and lasting. Not all groggy or unresponsive, with sensation muffled like sound under water and a continuous good feeling on top like the continuous noise of the water swirling around, but still all cushioned and warm and safe. I still sort of have it now, and that was hours ago. Hopefully since it was less intense it won't feel so horrible when it wears off.
Endorphins, I've missed you. Where the hell have you been? I do hope you plan on accompanying me to the gym on Monday.
AJ
Anyway, I'm all happy and peaceful today. I had a nice little fangirly squee over the very lovely David Tennant's participation in the West Wing quiz. He renews my faith in geeks. I also had a really nice yoga session this morning. I'm slowly working out ways to get around various niggly little problems, and everything is improving. It was the relaxation that got me all happy though. Normally I'm not much of one for passive relaxation and meditation. I vastly prefer something active like tai chi or yoga, or I can really tune out whilst exercising in a gym in a way that's pretty much meditative. I do go through phases where I manage to meditate, and when I can get myself to let go I really, really do let go. That's probably just true of me generally, that I find it so hard to let go but it tends to be pretty spectacular when I do. I've had really trippy experiences with meditation on occasion, but then I think I just trip out intensely with a lot of things. I haven't really done it with yoga relaxation before though.
Every Sunday in the programme of my little yoga book it has five or ten minutes of relaxation, lying with a bolster under the head and chest to encourage deep breathing. The book sticks to the line that you don't do proper Pranayama until you're ready for it, and you should have supervision, but it does include some preparation for it. For the first few weeks you just concentrate on relaxing the body. This week I started focussing on my breathing. I should have known it might do something intense, I've tried a whole lot of different meditation exercises but the ones I always seem to get on best with are ones that incorporate focus on the breath. Nothing weird in a hallucinatory sense happened, but I felt an odd sort of sensation that put me in mind of endorphin highs only not. Sort of, if an endorphin high is the sugar rush from eating a mars bar, this was the feeling after a really nice bowl of pasta: satisfying, yet not too intense, and lasting. Not all groggy or unresponsive, with sensation muffled like sound under water and a continuous good feeling on top like the continuous noise of the water swirling around, but still all cushioned and warm and safe. I still sort of have it now, and that was hours ago. Hopefully since it was less intense it won't feel so horrible when it wears off.
Endorphins, I've missed you. Where the hell have you been? I do hope you plan on accompanying me to the gym on Monday.
AJ