LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
So I stood there looking like I was about to casually kick a soccer ball while everyone else looked like a splayed-open pair of scissors. I decided right then my career as a yogi was over.
But then the class finished and Teacher told us to lie down on our backs and close our eyes. This I could do.
Then Teacher stood over me, took my glasses off my face and rubbed my temples with the most beautiful scented oil, a magical potion that somehow reached inside me and calmed my heart. It was like being given the most delicious dessert at the end of a long fast, one you can eat and eat and feel absolutely no guilt over. I listened to Enya playing on the speakers overhead and basked in the smell of that oil, my body completely exhausted but somehow feeling alive and amazing. I decided I would stay in the back but come back to this class. One day, I would touch my toes again. And so, ever since, I’ve been trying.