Everyone I follow is a cat. Guess this proves I have a thing for pussies. (Sorry. Had to be said.)

Do You Understand

A New York-based actor with a sexy British accent was in class today and the teacher pandered to him shamelessly. Rocked back on her tail during the transition from tittibhasana to a straddle forward fold, she gave him encouragement with her thighs over her upper arms while those of us who were regulars held the same pose and waited. In honor of the great tradition of silly acting exercises, we’d begun class by thinking of what we most wanted to hear that day, then crawled across the room and whispered it to someone else. 

All I could come up with at first was related to poses. I wanted a mischievous Asian to offer me a potion on the street and promise “if you drink this, you’ll be able to do a free-standing handstand” or “in two days, you’ll be able to do full hanumanasana.” But none of that really mattered so much to me. I thought about my indecisiveness, which now more than ever has been a bane, the one aspect of myself I’d most like to change. 

Later in the day, when I was waiting to meet a friend at a cafe, “Eternal Flame” came on. Very faintly, each of the men sharing the table with me started singing along to himself. And just as I’d been wondering what song I should sing that night at karaoke. The universe provides.

The woman I partnered with in class was radiant. I didn’t realize she was pregnant because I was too busy taking in her face to notice her belly. Near the end of the practice, we were all to shout out what we’d been told—not the thing we wanted to hear but what the other person wanted. Someone bellowed “Everything’s going to be okay” and someone else yelled “you have a great ass.” I heard her call mine: “When you wake up tomorrow, you will know all the answers.”