shoulders and your shoulders extend into your arms, and your arms into your outstretched hands.â
Bess unclenched her hands, which were rolled into tight fists again, despite Charlieâs unfurling of them just minutes before. Take it easy, Bess, she said to herself. She wondered if her nervousness was just a natural product of her covert intentions, or whether she was just wound up beyond repair by nature.
âIâd like to start class in what is called Vajrasana, or thunderbolt,â said Charlie. âSit on your heels with your knees and feet together and your arms above your head,â she began.
God, this feels gooood, thought Bess, surprised. Knots she didnât even know she had unclenched as she stretched toward the ceiling.
âOkay, now exhale and lower your arms with your palms facing down,â said Charlie, as the women all released collective whooshes of relief.
âLetâs do it again,â said Charlie, taking the women through the second of four of the stretches.
She circled the room, cognizant of how tough the class would be for Sabine, Bess, and Naomi just because of the nature of yoga. It wasnât something that you reaped the benefits from physically until you were relatively comfortable with the process. It was nearly impossible to relax when every movement was new and challenging. She hoped that their six classes together would be enough to establish a true level of comfort for all of them.
âThroughout class, I would like you all to be as mindful as possible about your breathingâinhaling and exhaling fully and deeply,â Charlie explained. âI know it can be difficult to move through these foreign positions and keep track of your breath, but I also know that the flow of the two into each other will become more comfortable for you as time goes on.â She smiled reassuringly.
Sabine opened one eye quizzically. She could barely walk and chew gum at the same time, much less be mindful of her breathing while she contorted herself into pretzel-like positions. She thought of her mother in a yoga class and stifled a laugh. When she had mentioned the yoga class to her, she had given Sabine her standard advice: âWear lipstick, for Godâs sake. There could be a young man there, you never know.â Sabine envisioned bringing Julian home and giving her mother a heart attack. âI met him in yoga class, Ma!â she would exclaim, as Julian pirouetted into the living roomâGeorge and Michael trotting in beside him.
âWeâre now going to move into Tadasana, or mountain pose. This is the basic standing pose,â said Charlie. The women stood up from their mats, following her direction. âKeep your spine straight and your feet together. Your heels and big toes should be touching each other. Keep your stomach in, Bess,â Charlie chided gently.
âFrom here, we move into Vrksasana, or the tree pose.â As she demonstrated the pose, she noticed Sabine struggling to maintain her balance. As she wobbled, her brow furrowed in obvious frustration. Charlie moved across the room to help her.
âSabine, try to let go,â encouraged Charlie.
Sabine shook her head in frustration. âIâm sorry, Charlie,â she said. âI just canât get this.â Tears welled up in her eyes, much to her own horror.
âHey,â whispered Charlie. âItâs okay. Donât be so hard on yourself. Comfort here takes time and practice.â She wanted to go on to say that the pressure Sabine was putting on herself was the very thing preventing her from âgetting it,â but her instincts (and the fact that Sabine was very near tears) told her that this was not the time.
âStay for a few counts in this pose, breathing deeply,â instructed Charlie, moving from Sabineâs side to address everyone. âLower your arms and separate your palms. Straighten your right leg and stand again in
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations