Day 26

Shit--I think I’m in love.

It’s very inconvenient. In a few days, I’m leaving.

It’s an evening class. The heat still lingers. The teacher puts on the music and starts moving delicately.

“Float on top, but be thick on the bottom.”

When I make the bottom “thick”... bringing resistance to my torso and legs…  my arms are dragged down by thickness.

“Switch. Be thick on top, but be delicate in your feet.”

And when I’m “thick” on top... bringing resistance to my chest and arms...  my feet feel like they are a thousand miles away.

“Float your left side. Stretch your right side.”

Fuck, this is hard.

“Switch. Float your right side. Stretch your left side.”

BRAIN… IS… MELTING.

In the space between my ears, I hear the voice of other Gaga teachers…. “Keep the channel open”... “Let go more”… “Fall into movement”...

Maybe this is about letting go. Maybe melting my brain is exactly what’s needed.

Whoa.

In the float, I feel an aspect of stretch. And in the stretch, I feel an aspect of float.

THIS is why I’m in love.

No matter how uncomfortable it gets… if I stay with it... there’s something interesting, if not profound, on the other side.

As the teacher guides us deeper in exploration, the voice I hear is no longer hers alone.

I hear a chorus. Her voice is in the foreground, but in the background are all the other Gaga teachers. I’ve fallen in love with this voice and the language with which it speaks.

I don’t want to leave.