In Halifax I met an excellent podiatrist who is helping me
cure my toenail fungus from far away and long ago.
The Boatman’s mother bought me a pair jeans. Besides
yoga gear, I haven’t worn pants for over two years. In 2009, I had a
Terrible Pants Day which I blamed on my Thighs and un-raw food and so all my
pants were gone. The Boatman’s mother was perplexed by my lack of jeans
and she thought that as a northern hemisphere inhabitant, I should absolutely
own some. Because it is absolutely necessary to get along spectacularly
with one’s boyfriend’s mother, I agreed. Now I own black jeans in which
or in whom I can sit cross-legged in public without fear of exposing my
crotch.
I had something un-astute to say about my lost Diva
Cup. Against many odds, I had the good sense to censor it almost
entirely. This might be a sign of change, or it might not. Either
way, as far as the Diva Cup is concerned, all is well. In the world and
close to my uterus.
And finally, I am sad to report that the ladies of the Down-and-Out
Club have dispersed across Canada and across the ocean. The
Down-and-Out-Club consists of me and two other beautiful women who used to
practice altogether at Mark and Joanne Darby’s Sattva Yoga Shala in
Montreal.
Every morning after Mysore practice, the members of the
Down-and-Out-Club would meet for coffee. Sometimes they would discuss
being Down and Out. Sometimes they would discuss Kapotasana.
 |
| Not sure who the artist is here. Found it on the Daily cup of Yoga. I love this picture although it doesn't look very much like me and Darby. If there are copyright issues involved, please let me know. Otherwise, (and regardless), thank you and kudos to the artist) |
On January 1st, 2011, at 10 AM, the Down-and-out-club broke into Sattva Yoga Shala and did 108 Sun Salutations. They held Downward Dog for 3 breaths each time. Sattva Yoga Shala is the studio of the world renonwn Ashtanga Teachers Mark and Joanne Darby. Two members of the down-and-out-club had keys because they washed Mark Darby’s floors in exchange for free yoga memberships. When the sun salutations were finished, it was past noon. The Down-and-Out club went for coffee on Ste. Catherine’s street where Montréal was just starting to wake up. Over coffee and some unnutritious delicacy, they watched the people bustle in the New Year’s energy of the bright afternoon. Probably most of the time, they remembered that they were each one of them, mostly down-and-out. But so far, on that year, they had Absolutely No Regrets. It was a good feeling.
I look forward to the day when the Down-and-Out-Club is even
less down-and-out than they are now. (You see, 2011 saw each one of them
shed some significant layers of down-and-outness. Perhaps this was thanks
to Ashtanga Yoga. Or perhaps it was thanks to coffee and un –nutritious
delicacies). In any case, one day the Down-and-Out-Club will reunite in
its entirety. I hope it is somewhere Warm and Exotic, but even a shitty
coffee shop will do. Sipping coffee, and picking at un-nutritious
delicacies, they’ll talk about how they used to be Down-and-Out, and
they’ll talk about Kapotasana. They’ll think about their Whole
Lives and how, so far, they have Absolutely No Regrets. And it will be
such a good feeling.
The End.
 |
| Drawing by Sara E. Enquist, D-A-O member and talented illustrator of my self-help book, I Let Go Exuberant Bodhisattva on Facebook Twitter: @mypelvicfloor I Toot My Own Horn High School Reunion, Part One Property of Facebook |
No comments:
Post a Comment