Dear Fellow Yoga Classmate,
I don’t know if you noticed but this class is pretty crowded.
I have moved my mat closer to yours in order to make room for the people who are still filing in. I can see that you are not inclined to move your mat over, despite having plenty of space on your other side. I think it is because you have already “dropped in.” You have gone deep within yourself. And, really, isn’t that the point of yoga?
Well, here is the thing. In yoga, the you-that-is-you, is also me. By dropping into you, you do not get to be oblivious to me. After all, I really am just you.
I would appreciate it if the you-that-is-you, would acknowledge the you-that-is-me by sliding your mat over just a little tiny bit. That way the me-that-is-you does not have to continuously adjust every single thing I do for the entire class to accommodate the you-that-is-you.
I would like to spend this class getting over the fact that the you-that-is-you is so, well, you like. If the you-that-is-you would scooch over now, it would help me reach a much more zen like frame of mind. I could, in fact, forget all about the-you-that-is-you even if the-you-that-is-you is also me. In reality, you are the part of me that I am most trying to forget.
You are the part of me that got here early, found my favorite place in the room then perched upon it as if I not only won the prize but was clearly the most deserving of the prize. Nothing, and I mean, NOTHING will get in the way of the me-that-is-you reaching my peaceful place this hour, even if it means making a whole roomful of others (or should I say the me-that-is-others?) completely uncomfortable.
The 15 square feet of prime yoga-class real-estate that you are clinging to means nothing compared to the 46 feet on the end of the legs of the you-that-is-others who are sharing this space with you today.
The you-that-is-me and sitting 8 inches to your right.