yoga.
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I took a yoga class tonight and the teacher mentioned to me that I have “long levers.”
She mentioned this twice.
I thought that was kind of funny terminology and wanted to laugh.
I probably would have if a). that would not have been considered rude, b). it did not feel like one hundred and fifty thousand degrees in the room, thereby zapping me of my strength to do anything other than the pose I was trying to accomplish, and c). I thought that laughing would help me actually be able to balance my knees on my elbows for longer than 2.5 seconds.
The man next to me during the class was really into it.
Like, spandex pants into it.
He was so into that he could balance his knees on his elbows for much longer than my 2.5 seconds.
I tried not to be too jealous.
You can always buy spandex pants, but you cannot buy the ability to balance knees on elbows.
And yes, I checked ebay.
I was somewhat mollified by the fact that I could get my leg a lot higher in the air than he could.
And then I felt guilty for that mollification because the teacher said something like, “And remember, there is no judgement and no competition in this room,” right about then.
(but I still got my leg higher)
(I just tried not to think about it)
Is it bad that my favorite part of the class might just be vinyasa?
Because that is when you just lay there, still and serene with your eyes closed and I am pretty sure that I almost fell asleep while practicing it tonight.
In fact, I think I am gonna go all vinyasa right now.
And really fall asleep this time.
love story. kinda.
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I’d like to be deep tonight, but I don’t think I can. I think I need to be closer to the air, if that’s okay.
I’d like to talk about how the world is a crystal ball; how I need a friend to tell me what it looks like on the inside, because I’m too afraid to look for myself. I know how differently the glimpses can be from anything your dreams ever inspired you to write down in your journal.
But I can tell you this.
Last night I got home a little late. Not what were you doing? late, but definitely nighttime.
And my sister Jenna was already snuggled into her bed, well into the time of day that we affectionately refer to as comf hour. You know, trade in the jeans for something soft and loose. The only rule is comfort, really, and the fluffier and warmer the better.
So, accordingly, Jenna was tucked into her bed, wrapped in her robe that must have been woven by a care bear in the clouds, it’s that soft. She had pillows stacked around her and a comforter that was quite content to do its job and do it well.
And I needed her to know something.
So, in a low voice, I said, Jenna. I really love you. So much.
As I did this, I rubbed her leg. Softly. Trying to follow the rules of comf hour, you know.
And in a voice that was somewhat louder than my own she replied, I love you too but could you please stop rubbing my butt?
My only defense is that the room was very dark. She was wrapped in many swaddling cloths so as to be as comf hour appropriate as possible. And of course, I thought I was rubbing her leg.
Not that I wouldn’t rub her butt, but I might at least hold back on the low whisperings of sweet nothings into her ear while doing it.
a few pics thrown your way
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