Yoga instructors just have a way of putting things.
“If your mind starts to wander,” said the male instructor of my class on Monday. “Just bring it back gently to a quiet place. Don’t get involved in the stories.” Easier said than done, at least for me.
Then, he said something my friend and I talked about after the class.
“Relax,” he said in his oh-so-soothing voice. “And check in with your face.”
Check in with my face? I’m sure in his Zen-like way he wanted us to relax our facial muscles, as many of us were probably grimacing a bit in the struggle to turn our bodies into pretzels.
Like so many other admonitions “checking in with my face” really means about 10 other things, too. Like checking in on my tone, my attitude and my body language. Yoga instructors are getting more and more demanding these days.
Those who live in our house know how true the saying “if mamma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy” really is. As if my face weren’t enough of a gauge, my husband is currently working on a patent for a Mom-o-Meter. Something akin to whatever gizmo notifies us of Ozone Alert Day, the Mom-o-Meter would tell the kids whether to scurry like roaches in sunlight or bask in the warmth of mamma’s love. Since this invention will probably make us stinking rich, I’ve put on my best poker look lately to encourage its development.
All my life, I’ve worn my feelings on my sleeve (and now on a blog, which is much bigger than sleeves, thank goodness). Family and friends could always take one look at me and know exactly what I was feeling or thinking. Good thing I’m not a gambler.
So checking in on my face is a good idea for someone like me. Because my mood so often sets the tone of the morning or the weekend, I need to work harder at making my face more relaxed. I need the sort of face lift money can’t buy.
Although a fancy handbag has been known to make mamma smile, too.