my cat, maryann, is my yoga kitty. the other cat can’t come into the yoga/craft room with me because she eats my plants and wreaks havoc and that is not conducive to a calm yoga mood. as soon as i open the door to that room, maryann shoots in and after a few minutes of poking around, usually settles down on a brown velvety cushion that i had originally thought of as my “meditation cushion” but now, it’s covered in cat fur and it’s her favorite spot. she’d lie there all day if i’d let her.
so i go in there with her some mornings and do yoga while she lies in somewhat yoga-like positions on her cushion. she always gets up when i get to downward-facing dog and walks underneath me–like a child playing “london bridges” or like she’s telling me, “lift a little higher here! keep it up! nice position!” and then i switch to upward-facing dog and the mat gets a little crowded, so she moves back to her cushion.
this morning’s yoga was lovely. there was a steady rain outside my open windows and i was listening to my favorite yoga cd. my kitty was on her cushion in some sort of twisted reclining pose. ohm.
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