Days of Being Wild(ly hungover), strange Ashtanga dream, and a surprisingly fast practice

I discovered something interesting in the last twenty-four hours: It is possible to get an emotional hang-over from watching a certain kind ...

Barking dogs seldom bite...

And so the saying goes. But what about not-quite-decapitated talking dogs? Last night, I had a most bizarre dream. I won't bore you with...

Kapotasana in a dream, Kapotasana in waking life

Last night, I had a very interesting dream. In the dream, I was in Mysore, practicing at KPJAYI. Sharath came over and told me to do Kapotas...

Butterflies, dreams, and lapsed practices

[Image taken from here ] "Once upon a time, I, Chuang Tzu, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and ...

Doomsday

Last night I had a prolific dream. Vivid, scary and in your face. I guess all this talk of 12.21.12 seeped into my subconscious because this...

Why don't I ever wake up with my leg behind my head?

Or in Kapotasana, for that matter. Last night, I had another bizarre dream. I seem to be having a lot of these lately (see, for instance, pr...

The Year of No Workshops or Intensives, a lucid yoga dream, kungfu for hermits

Of late, the Ashtanga blogosphere seems to be abuzz in a festive, "workshop-ey" mood. Grimmly will be going to Richard Freeman...

A Mysore Dream, and some neither-here-nor-there musings about Mysore

The end of the year is a time for reflections on the year that has gone by. For many, it is also a time for setting goals or intentions for ...