New car purchase, in a six-hour dash of test driving and salesman-talking. Honda. Subcompact. 2007. The newest car either of us has ever actually owned (we've had access, of course, to newer cars, but not OUR OWN). This is good.
The insurance is all settled, my ex-car towed away, and that's now memory.
Every time I do asana, all of my joints hurt, from the shoulders to the hips (especially the hips) to the right wrist. The knees, however, are fine. I figure that as long as I can stand on my head, and sit in Lotus, which I can do (both poses are actually pretty easy and accessible), I can survive anything.
With car, the Y again becomes accessible. More regular practice looms. The last time I did Primary (2 days ago) jumpbacks were impossible, Navasana was easier and Upavistha Konasana was where I called it a practice.
It is so completely obvious to me that the asana mean nothing and that daily life is the yoga. This has never, ever been more clear. Nor has it been more obvious.