Day 9: Yoga Spider

So this morning I came into the studio and began to roll out my mat and towel in preparation for my practice when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. There was still a few minutes before the session began and there was only one other person in the room lying on their mat with their eyes closed.

I looked down at the grey spider sprinting (remarkably quickly across the floor). I sear he paused, checked me out, rolled his eyes and kept it moving in the other direction toward the mirror at the front of the room. I thought seriously about squashing him for a moment and then decided against it. I mean it's got to be bad form to kill things in a yoga studio right? Besides, I had to leave my shoes out front before class so when I'd decided he was a safe distance away I settled onto my mat for class.

First breathing exercise there I am making the loud HA sound, fogging up the imaginary mirror with my breath like I'm supposed to and what not...and then I spot him. The same spider, darts across my reflection in the mirror, zagging sharply to the left corner of the mirror before I lose site of him again.

"Get it together, B" I tell myself. I sneak a peak over to my teacher when I notice him walking purposefully toward the mirror. I release my arms down by my side in relief as I prepare for the next posture, confident that he's going to capture the interloper and escort him to the windows.

I peak over again just in time to see the teacher turning on his heels before he reaches the mirror. Maybe the little guy has decided that it's entirely too hot for these games and has retreated to a cooler location. I turn around, lie down, take savasana when I spot him just as he's rounding the corner into my field of vision.

I'm straining my abs and craning my neck trying to keep an eye on the spider, who I'm convinced is posturing and taunting me every time the teacher looks away. I try to remember the intention I set this morning before I saw him and realize I never set one. Every drop of sweat that rolls down my skin is eight tiny legs marching across my skin. I breath in and out of my nose evenly and try to find my focus, desperately trying to be present.

You're probably wondering what the point of this little story is but the joke's on you...cause there isn't one!

Day 9 complete!

See you tomorrow, kiddies!

Namaste,

Brown Girl