Going back to Cali was stuck in my head when I cycled to the studio this morning. I felt happy and thankful that my body would let me return to the practice. It was dark, it rained, it was cold, a car was racing the street but not for a second did these things bother me.
I was going to tell the teacher that I got caught by the flu. He mustn't think that I was absent for a week because of laziness or a beach holiday. But the teacher didn't ask me anything. He just adjusted me with warmth and kindness, as always. And he ran towards me when he saw me struggling with Marichyasana D on the second side, which is my difficult side. But as he approached me, he saw that I could do the binding myself and he gave me a sound:
'Mmmmm.' It sounded positive. And I felt very positive too, to do this binding myself. I know why I was able to do so today: it is due to the weight loss. Mary D, or Mary Diet.
I tried Bhujapidasana.
'Touch the flour with your chin,' the teacher said, while he squeezed my bandhas. I let out a sigh.
'Pul your feet in. Lift up. Up! Up!'
'I cannot do it! I feel weak! I had the flu, you know!' I wanted to shout. But I didn't. Of course I didn't.