After a painfully tumultuous week; after the bubbling and seething anger lowered to a simmer (yet to evaporate); after being taken through the grinder, the wringer, the grater and the mortar & pestle – a.k.a “the day of your great shock” as my friend Neal referred to it (and awe, I would add) – there was only thing left to do this morning: Hang myself. Like so.
Yes, that’s me and my backside. Hanging like a bat (out o’ hell) before my Iyengar class began. Dressed in hoodie thanks to what must be the coldest, rainiest dry season on record. Woolen blanket folded to soften the blow of the ropes pressing against my pelvis.I stayed there for, quite possibly, 20 minutes or more – even while everyone else in class stretched, bent this way and that.
If you’re never done it, you do not know what you’re missing. Only two things would have improved the experience: being able to let my arms dangle down into an empty space rather than lay them on the floor; and a beautiful view of the rice fields instead of the bare wall.
Some people,when riled up, depressed, upset, frustrated, will head to the mall. Some turn to shrink or drink. By George, I think I’ve found the best solution for me: inversion therapy. Try it; at the very least, your body will thank you.
I never thought I would say this, but today I am immensely grateful for… nylon ropes*!
* (and Lottie!)