1. Around 10:30pm last night (my bedtime!), I received this text from my Dad: "Inspired by yr blog, did my first headstand in 20 yrs y'day! More to come." Then, a few minutes later, I get a text from my brother's girlfriend, Jocelyn, that includes the picture below and says, "Thrower [my Dad] gettin rowdy."
2. To add to the wonderfulness of this little late-night text exchange, I then got this one about 5 minutes later (again, from Jocelyn): "Peter wanted in on the action" and the picture below...
3. While my family was smiling away and practicing glorious headstands, I couldn't do a headstand yesterday for the first time in 100 days. Why? Oh, it's just a great story...
Yesterday, I was down in our building's recycling area, hunting for cardboard boxes for our move (have I mentioned that there is NOTHING that I hate more than buying cardboard boxes? It's SO bad for the earth and SUCH a waste of money! So I have no problem hunting in the recycling area). I had compiled a stack of a few boxes on the floor, and went to pick them up before heading upstairs, but when I stood up, I smashed--and I mean smashed, as I was standing up quickly--the top of my head (the very part that you use for headstand) on a large metal protrusion coming out of the side of the dumpster. I saw starrs (hehe!), my head was spinning, and I don't think I've felt that much straight pain in my head since I was a child. It HURT. So I came upstairs slowly, convinced I had a concussion and would be calling an ambulance any minute, and iced my head for about 20 minutes. Even the icepack caused major pain, but I was convinced that I should do it because I had to teach in about 2 hours. Although I don't think I had a concussion because I went to bed last night and woke up again this morning (I'm still alive! Yay!), I do still have a dull ache in my head, and the pillow that I slept on hurt my head when I moved the wrong way, so I think it's pretty bad. Also, I have a large egg coming out of the top of my head, which is really cute. I look kind of like SpongeBob in this picture:
Isn't it interesting how life can just "get in the way" of our practice? Whether it's an injury, an emotional blockage or issue, or a head banged on a dumpster (OMG what is wrong with me!?!?), you just never know how you're going to have to modify...but the great thing is--you can always modify :)
Headstand love and namaste,