Around and Around

My neighbours and I hold a weekly yoga class in my living room. We move the furniture into the kitchen and lie on the floor so that we can look at the dust horses underneath the dresser in the living room, which we used to store CDs, mittens, and protective gear (wrist braces, shin guards and knee pads. James also has a whole drawer just for band-aids). Tonight we did a posture called Wheel, which is called that because you're supposed to bend yourself backwards into the shape of a wheel and try to ignore the screaming muscles in your back by thinking about how much worse you would feel if you were lying on the side of the road and someone had just run over you with the wheel of their car. And then you're supposed to feel gratitude and thanks that you're able bodied and capable of inflicting pain on yourself instead of someone else doing it for you. This is what four weeks of yoga has taught me so far, which means I should be turning into a yogi any day now. I can't wait til we get to the flying part.