Orwellian Yoga
Whatever You do,
Don't Try Pig Pose.
"...So why should I feel
sorry
If they just couldn’t
understand
The idiomatic
logic
That went on in my
head..."
-- Joni Mitchell,
"Twisted"
Knuckles, knees,
ankles... They're all the same, aren't they? They have a certain percussive
resonance, to be sure, but despite all being joints they would make for a very
easy Sesame Street game of "which of these is not like the other." However, you
wouldn't know it from the nonsense that sometimes falls out of my face-hole
when I am teaching. It is one thing to tell people to straighten their knees.
How you straighten an ankle I am still puzzling
out.
Other times I unwisely
and inadvertently attempt minor tongue-twisters like, "the fingertips and the
knuckles where the fingers meet the hands." This can come out as, "the fingle
uncle handle foogle." The problem is, I know what I am trying to say. My brain
is going one way, my mouth has an agenda of its own, and my ears are not paying
any attention at all until the class looks at me with wrinkled foreheads
scrunched into puzzled frowns. The uneasy laughter is also unsettling (Don't
worry - she only
sounds
crazy).
Saturday I made my
crowning goof, though. I usually say, "Press all four corners of your feet into
the floor." On Saturday, I said, "Press all four feet into the floor."
Instantly, I got the quizzical expressions and confused laughter. For once, I
didn't skip a beat. "Yes, folks - this is Orwellian Yoga. Four legs good, two
legs bad."
Posted: Monday - May 23, 2005 at 06:59 AM
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