I taught my first yoga class tonight.
It’s about an inch shy of the wettest June on record here, cosmic wah wah.
My class was on the throat, exercises for strengthening and clearing. About the time Elmer was heading outa town, something knocked my car sideways and even Ears, who was sitting right next to the subsequent dents, didn’t see a thing. The witch says I was Godsmacked, which was exactly my interpretation even before she said it. In short, been 'choked up'.
I can offer a modified exercise, based on the ancient wisdom of women who pound on their chests and keen when they’ve lost something: Sit on the floor, put your hands behind you, let your head fall, lean back (45 degree angle) and make a moaning sound that vibrates the throat - give it at least 5 minutes. Look at the wall behind you or close your eyes and roll em back into your head. Think of (for example): What you tell yourself about how you’re a fuck up and you’ll never do this or accomplish that or get free of whatever; stuff you say in your head to someone who is dead that reverberates back in a boomerang of wah; stuff someone said to you to hurt you that you can’t forget; a picture of a face you can’t let go – any image that you’d rather avoid but sometimes can't; anything and everything that gives you nagging grief; what you would try to say with your last breath. I’d say, “I’m sorry, so so sorry.”
Maybe I was hung for a crime that I deeply regretted in my last life and “I’m sorry” was the last thing I couldn’t say – it feels that way, like I’ve had “I’m sorry” stuck in my throat since my first wail. It’s not a lie, I am really sorry.
So lean back and push your throat up to the sky: I am bad, I remember, I will miss you, I see your face, I am sorry . hMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it loose, (wah it out).
Cuz the thing is, people are counting on us all.
So ya can’t go around being a choking hazard.
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