Thank you for not laughing when three of us fell. Thank you for not adjusting me too strenuously, as life has already done that this week.
Thank you for saying, “Every act of violence or war begins in a tense body.”
You may have kept me from committing murder.
Very sincerely,
I’d thank my yoga teacher for refraining from showing us how perfectly she can do the pose while trying to convince us that our paltry attempts are just fine.
Namaste, baby.