I’m a head-sweater.
That’s head-sweater, not head sweater.
There’s a difference, you know. Talk to any head-sweater, they’ll tell
you: one causes sweat to pour from your
hairline, obstructing your vision.
The other just obstructs your vision.
I reflect upon this, of course, mid-way through a yoga
class.
“Connect with your breath,” says the instructor. “If you find that you’ve lost sight of your
breath, return to it, and return to your intention.”
I inhale raggedly and return to my intention, which involves
envisioning my muse, a miniscule, fat-headed being that flies about, temple-high,
spinning in tiny, ecstatic circles.
“Wheeeeee!” he says.
I mop the sweat from my eyes and smile.
“There you go, Pearl ,”
the yogi says. “Movin’ to expert-level
yoga pose, huh?”
I don’t look at him.
The sweat pours down my face, pools at my collar bones. I continue to smile.
I come to yoga to shut up, to turn my mind off, to do
exactly what I’m told. For an hour
there’s nothing but the incredible heat, the yogi’s voice and my need to do
nothing but listen to it, to let go of everything that has gone on before it.
The muse spins rapturously.
27 comments:
That's what it takes? I shall never find my muse.
The voices in my head would be arguing with Yogi. Wipe your brow, mop your collar and have a great day. Snow day here.
Wheee! Come on, vanilla. It's not too late!
Linda, we got about 4 inches last night in Minneapolis, but that's not enough to really slow anything down...
Pearl--I am a whole-body-sweater. Hot yoga? No thanks. Hot flashes? Unfortunately, yes.
Yahoo--you're going to be in a NYMB. Now you had better submit to other books in their series.
And yes, 4 inches in Minneapolis is not enough to even get you folks to button up your coats. But for idiots here in St. Louis, it's more than enough.
(Did you see that Minneapolis is one of the top three well-read cities in the country? Look it up. I'm not lying.)
Speaking of head sweaters...did you know if you put a hooded sweater on backwards that you go blind? Oh, back to the Muse---Yogi says we need to go looking for pic-a-nic baskets.
i once knew a fellow who, when he got nervous, his nose sweated. so sad.
I admire anyone who can smile while sweating that much, and if it brings on your muse too, well, that's another feather in your cap! (Or in your head sweater, maybe, if you have one.)
Namaste, Pearl! Have a great weekend! :-)
I reckon you can only see your breath when it's very cold. Something's going wrong here.
Hari Om
I'm with my Gurudev from whom comes the famous quote "If I was intended to be twisting the body into loops, Bhagavan would have made me of rubber!"
Simple meditation does it for me. The minute I switch the mind off there are all the words I forgot earlier in the day.....
You are sweating, your muse is dancing and going wheee...wait....you have trouble turning your brain off????? I have trouble turning mine ON.
Yoga class is merely an excuse to imagine to the Nth degree. From the sublime to the, possibly, ridiculous. But they're just ribsplitting when we finally hear them.
The last time something spun rapturously in my head I'm pretty sure it was vertigo.
Have a spinny day, Pearl!
It seems that any time I try yoga, all I connect with is my inner and outer klutz.
I'm impressed that your sweat pools at your collar bones. Thank goodness that you have those valleys there.
Mine: pours right on down and irrigates the girls. Sigh.
I'm a head sweater, too...but I don't have the nice pooling places.
Love your blog.
Yes, I do.
Hugs,
Jackie
Pretty certain my muse is a French prostitute but she hates to go fishing so when I need to shut her up I stand knee deep in a trout stream.
Awww I want to draw the fat-headed muse. I imagine him like a happier version of this guy: http://raginanchor.blogspot.com/2012/11/incorporeal-corporeal-incorporated.html
I think gathering yourself into yoga and picturing your whirling muse gives you lots of ideas to entertain us with! :-)
That sounds glorious!
I gotta be honest... I don't think my muse is a bald sweaty guy who can twist himself into a pretzel. :)
Maybe a bald man with an ice cream sundae...
Wow. Good for you honey.
I've not been back since last Autumn.
I'm a hand and foot sweater. I have to keep baby powder nearby me, otherwise I slide around the mat like an 80s breakdancer.
If your sweat is pouring and pooling you're either working too hard or they need to adjust the air conditioning to something a little lower than hellish.
I hate to sweat, which is a bit of a problem since I live in one of the hottest countries on earth. I'm a face-sweater and under boobs-sweater, I use a lot of baby powder under my bra but can't on the face, it would cake and trickle....
If your sweat is pouring and pooling you're either working too hard or they need to adjust the air conditioning to something a little lower than hellish.
I hate to sweat, which is a bit of a problem since I live in one of the hottest countries on earth. I'm a face-sweater and under boobs-sweater, I use a lot of baby powder under my bra but can't on the face, it would cake and trickle....
I laughed when I read the first line. A dear friend of mine, to honor his dog who'd passed, used to wear a dog sweater on his head. Dog sweater, not dog-sweater. ;)
I guess you might say I'm a sweater sweater; I avoid wearing them most of the time because I'm hot enough!
Hot yoga? Shudder.
Head sweating? Sadly yes, and when it runs through my eyebrows and into my eyes not only is it not a good look, it hurts. I should move to a cooler climate.
I may not be a head sweater but I am often a bloody headache........lol
oh i do know of this head-sweating in yoga class. yes.i.do. and it is bliss when it all comes together.
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