If only we all felt like this during class!

I once had the deft grace and sublime mobility to run full speed at a stationary bar, fling myself over backwards (head first with  eyes to the sky) and pray diligently (for all of 1.34 secon) that the 6 by 12 ft cloud of a landing mat hadn't disintegrated (along with my hope of not plummeting to my death) all while smiling. What is this wild activity, you ask? High jump. The body flinging, back bending, knee twisting, blind and careening jumping event of track & field (NOT pole vault).

I once could stand with my heels just two feet from a wall, gently gaze toward the ceiling and walk my hands down that wall till my body looked like a golden archway leading me to olympics. Okay my high school high jump career never got me anywhere near the olympics but during it I DID break a school record (in an unofficial meet) and dated a future olympic competitor. So all that pretty much counts for a lot.

Now as a college student, dancer and yoga instructor I occasionally contort my body in some gold plated arches. I'll gracefully hoist my hips to the sky in wheel. I'm not bitter about my reduced flexibility. I'm happy to let this gal show me what's up. Maybe next time I move towards king pigeon I'll try make my face not look like it's responding to all oxygen has been leaving the studio!


The light in me honors the light in you!  Namaste.

Dianna