The One About Yoga and Writing

You know you’re annoying when even your yoga instructor freaks out on you. Actually, “freak” might be the wrong word. Smack is more accurate. We were supposed to be meditating after practice and I was vibrating. This happens pretty regularly—the vibrating not the smacking…although, now that I think about it, that is kind of surprising. Anyway, I was sitting next to Layla and rocking out to the voices in my head when she leaned over and pinned my knee to the floor. “Quiet your mind,” she hissed. I smiled like Good Idea, Lady!! But a Quiet Mind’s never going happen for me so I counted window panes until meditation was finished. In case any of you were wondering, there are thirty-four. I hate thirty-four. It’s a dirty number that makes my teeth itch. Much like practicing...