panties on the first floor

my yoga/belly dancing instructor arrived early, which is a shocker. but she was wasted tired. plopped down on the ground and looked about as fried as i felt about a month ago.

so, so glad i'm not there.

(and i did get the go ahead from my school to take the additional class, not for credit, they specified, first because i don't need it, and second because they won't apply it to my current degree. i have a zillion credits. i just need to finish. now to fund this latest endeavor. it is not cheap, by any means, to take any class these days. enough said.)

so she mentions her poem that i put in my last collection. she said,

i've had friends read it and they love it. i love it. it's so beautiful.

i'm glad,

i said.

she went on,

my one friend read many of the poems and liked them.

which is nice to hear. especially from her. she's the bomb kids, that's all i got to say.

so she brings up a new drum circle closer to home than the nyc one. and she said she was going to go bellydance there, but just doesn't have the strength for it this week (which is good, because i'm working thursday night).

it made me laugh to hear that she goes places and shimmies like i go places and write. though i might be convinced to join her on her shimmying outings, it is just that kind of mentality that i so get.

tell me when you won't be at next semester's class,

i said,

because i don't like taking classes from anyone but you.

and i told her how my girl and i snuck out of the last class we snuck into and she was absent. i'd rather not waste my time.

her whole approach to teaching is a lot of theory first. why do we stack our joints, what muscles do you use. what is the instep lined up with in which pose? sure, some people would probably rather she can it, and move on to the next bendy thingy, but i'd rather learn something.

and so we end up on the floor, and she has us do kegel exercises.

to strengthen your core, you need to go deep into your core. think about it like this,

she said,

painties on the first floor,

and up we went through the levels to fifteen and twenty five. your belly button is pasted to your spine at that level.

and next time,

she said,

we'll try to hold it the entire time.

yeah right.

she stunned a good many people in that class, and i got up and smiled widely at her. she cares. she is also an artist. i'm looking forward to a strengthened core. god knows i've tried my own ways.

still too much junk in the trunk to slip into any "normal" store sizes. though i can wear a junior xl shirt. it's strange. i guess i'm lopsided. or hourglass. whatever you'd call it.

but i'm looking forward to my week of core stengthening and the wonders that holds.