Falling in love again...

A rigorous yoga practice forces you to stop lying. If you're committed to working hard on the mat and maintaining your practice for life, you can't fake it. You will injure yourself. Physical injuries tend to follow emotional ones. My knees (ego) were killing me that first week when Sharath stopped me at Marciaasana D. That's calmed down, but now my elbow is a wreck. That has to do with feeling trapped. What's frustrating about that for me is that I'm in a trap of my own making. Of course this is true of most traps, but in my case it's blatant. I'm in that frustrated spot with it, aware and yet continuing to scratch the itch. Despite mounds of evidence showing all will be well, I fear what will happen if I stop scratching. So yes, another healer. An energy worker I met in class, Angelina. I'm hoping a session with her will help me focus on realigning my physical self with my higher self so I can observe without the need to react. So I can fall in love--in the grand sense--again.