I managed to escape the city. It took a rented car and my BF to drive it. On Friday afternoon we got our things, said goodbye to the neighbors and our plants, jumped in the car and two hours later we arrived at a castle in The Ardennes, Belgium. I brought two yoga pants and my mat with me. We unpacked, did some grocery shopping, and we watched Ozark.
Today, my BF went cycling. I went for a long walk. And I got my mind on yoga. On my Ashtanga practice. The day before yesterday, my yoga friend E. asked me how many days a week I practice. I think I have practiced 5-6 days a week for a month now. He said he thought I was going too fast. I thanked him for saying this.
'I can't help myself. If I am enthusiastic about something, I just need to do it.'
'I understand, but you have to be careful. I don't want you to injure yourself.'
It is a Saturday, so no practice. But I am already thinking about tomorrow. Where shall I lay down my mat? In the living room of our Belgium apartment? Or maybe outside? Or is it a better idea to have another day of rest? Do some more walking? Or take real rest, lay on the couch and read a book?
I brought the book The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali. I got it from the library. It is a Dutch translation. It only has 126 pages, but it is a hard nut to crack. Every line makes me think (and remember I am having vacation). I read about final liberation. That after long and disciplined practice the goal of final liberation can be reached.
How can one feel liberated if one has to practice yoga every day?