deep in the ocean, there lies a wave for you

In the past people have told me how great yoga is, but I didn’t really believe them, shunning physical activity in favor of repeated watchings of “Mean Girls,” cigarettes, red wine and cheese. It wasn’t until Jessica, who doesn’t like working out in the gym and kind of hates running outside, started going and told me I really had to go. She said she felt so physically and mentally amazing after class and it helped put her right to bed.

So I went. And I cried. We keep a lot of tension in different parts of our body — immediate tension is in our shoulders and neck, and buried tension is in our hips. So when we did pigeon pose, I openly wept. It wasn’t the kind of crying that involves your whole body, or even your face, though. It’s the kind that just involves just your eyes, loosening the screw with one or two turns of the wrench.

Jessica and I have come to the conclusion that when one of us finally masters (or comes close to mastering) crow pose, we’ll be in a fight.