The shoes were off: flip-flops, neon sneakers and pink Toms scattered all over the room.
The desks are pushed aside.
“Grab your pillows,” I command. They flutter to the reading nook under the window and select their fluffy aid.
“Meditation pose” can also be said, “criss cross apple sauce”
Little noses inhale and -with big, short breaths- exhale….
Not quite sure what the point of relaxation is, but willing to try.
They stretch and roll and try to look serious. Some try to sneak in a nap.
Then it happens. The serene, female voice on the instructional yoga video says it.
She says, “If this is uncomfortable for you, position a pillow directly underneath the buttocks.”
Buttocks is a funny word in any voice, but particularly in a yoga voice.
We lose it. There is iggling and rolling into wiggly variations of baby poses.
One yells, “Stop guys stop, listen to Ms. Katie.”
I get out between giggles, “It’s ok. I’ve lost it too.”
A little meditation is good for the soul.
