tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015650646418342582.post7742531198574188727..comments2023-07-20T07:34:46.237-03:00Comments on Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva: Pen PalExuberantBodhisattvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01789210840512529095noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015650646418342582.post-49002459207120627562015-09-06T07:36:52.472-03:002015-09-06T07:36:52.472-03:00Great news: I finally did one chaturanga today (so...Great news: I finally did one chaturanga today (sort of; it must have been a jellyfied one). I was attempting to drop not too loudly when the incredible happened: I didn't fall but rested one fraction of time suspended. Then of course I fell. I tried to do it again but nope, it was a one time thing. Naturally, the rest of my practice was humiliating, especially towards the end. Quattrehttp://www.quattre.canalblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015650646418342582.post-23883344063997592832015-09-05T13:37:53.767-03:002015-09-05T13:37:53.767-03:00I hate you and your Chaturanga and your muscular t...I hate you and your Chaturanga and your muscular thighs. And I'm happy that your pelvis and knees hate you too. <br />This week was back to school (or whatever it's called in English) and I barely survived but rest assured that I will take the time to write a thorough answer soon. It goes without saying that my fragile ashtanga practice didn't survive reality. Reality always wins, the more manically constructed system doesn't stand a chance. That's the superority of litterature against everything else: you really really can write castles in spain. What do you think of Vladimir Nabokov, by the way?Quattrehttp://www.quattre.canalblog.comnoreply@blogger.com