Attachment to my practice – or to whom I was, yesterday?

Pay attention to the jaw-clenching easyness I’m embracing here…
This attempt, by my elegant technical Mac-skills, to  grasp an early morning inversion in the 3 second countdown of my PhotoBoot totally succeeded…Yeayh?!?!!!

So now, almost excatly 2 years after giving birth to our beautiful son, now I’m starting to feel approximately back to normal (well physically anyway, the mental and emotional part we’ll have to come back to another time…). Now again, I’m jumping through in the vinyasas with easyness (!!?!), no actually – I do even feel abit stronger. Allow me to show off my new-found Madonna-Ashtanga-arms:

Please feel free to zoom in on my arms

And the conclusion of that is: carrying a baby around for two years, at the same time as multi-tasking with whatever it should be (cleaning, dishes in/out, tidying, making dinner, making breakfast, going to the toilet, taking a shower, sleeping, shaving your legs etc) really adds power to the arms, and will definetely make your armbalances lift you hiiiigh.

Anywho, I had a really easy pregancy and birth experience (painful, yes, though only 4,5 hours!!), though noticed many changes. And with my asana practice, it obviously changed parallell to the growing belly. I was not one of the brave ashtangi-moms, and I moved into gentle practice, and more breathwork and meditation. I did also feel a loss, a sorrow of loosing my body, my normal strenght, physically becoming someone else, someone new, at the same time as I completely loved it, loved feeling more feminine, becoming like ‘mother nature’.And now, sitting here on the other side of the experience – I am back to ‘normal’, whatever that is, and at the same time, I’m completely different. And so is my practice.

Are you attched to your practice?