yogarama.

i know i've had a lot of yoga talk recently but for some reason i just feel that i have so much to talk about every time i do it. tonight, jen talked naomi and i into taking a yoga class at club h. i was hesitant because that meant straying from my beloved yoga to the people and also meant i was doing warriors and downward dogs without even the smallest chance of a mary kate sighting. anyways. i caved and did the fancy gym style yoga. enter richard, my adorable flamboyant yogi. (yoga people are called yogis, fyi for you novices..) richard wasn't into the dramatic ahhhhsss but he was very into the hommmmmssss. very spiritual. it was a lot of yoga language. so we manaste'd and chicarangua'd and shivaste'd all class. and also talked about butts. really. richard would say now chicarangua your manaste and put your hand on your butt while in anase. move your butt flesh and pour your heart into a tavasha. i'm SERIOUS. i love shivasa-ing. i think there may be a specific way you are supposed to be posed for your shivasa (take my terminology verrrry loosely) but for my purposes, it's basically a lovely little nap. the boy next to me overdid his shivasa and was snoring. ALSO. people were doing hand stands and walking on their elbows and things like that. there was legitimate acrobatics involved. richard instructed all the beginner yogis to stay behind so while naomi and i were attempting to spread our feet hips width apart and put our hands above our heads, expert yogis were balancing on one finger and doing lotus positions while floating in mid air. one day...