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MM comes over at pada hastasana. “Relax here,” he says, touching the spot between my shoulders, up toward my neck.

“I can’t,” I say. “If I relax that spot, the whole universe falls apart.”

Perhaps I’ve identified another superstition that I manifest through my body?

***

I do krounchasana. Vinyasa. Bhekasana. Vinyasa. Salabhasana A. Salabhasana B.

MM comes over. “Are you going backwards toward primary?”

I am completely flummoxed. No idea what he’s talking about. The Poetess is practicing next to me and she giggles.

“Salabhasana before bhekasana,” she says.

I check my internal map of what the hell I’m doing. Nope. Nothing. I lie face down on my mat and try to remember the sequence. Blank.

Alrighty, then. Taking their word for it, I follow my salabhasana with another bhekasana. Then I’m back on track, though there’s still no map in my mind.

It’s weird when your body goes off track like that. It reminds me of doing forms in taekwondo. I could learn a form flawlessly, but then every so often, in the midst of one, there’d be a total blank. I’m curious about what that is about, physically. A synapse doesn’t fire? It’s weird to get caught out in a blank like that, but it actually feels kind of cool — it’s totally empty, like coming out of anaesthesia. No before and no after.

Knowing what you’re doing all the time? Vastly overrated.