January 19, 2020
The dishevelled little owl has found yoga, which means she can now fold blankets into any shape depending on the special requirements of a POSE. (Yoga has expanded her vocabulary.) She knows about bolsters. (Orange=soft. Purple=firm.) Blocks are for resting on, balls in socks are for rolling on, and there's the yoga mat for “letting go” on. Yoga has scented candles for floating away with. There’s a beautiful girl who plays glass urns with a large wooden bat to make sounds the little owl has never heard in her lifetime before. There’s "yoga-speak," in which an instructor says, "You might like to..." before every instruction so the little owl feels anything she does is something she (cleverly) thought of herself. And there's yoga-time. In which a sixty-minute PRACTICE (vocabulary) seems like ten. Yoga is strange, deep and wonderful, and this little owl loves it very much.