Little Old Ladies
Cranky, Creaking
Popping, Yelling, Knitting
Pain in the Bumm
My Hips
That is my cinquain-ish (not quite.. but almost) poem about my hips. I have recently begun referring to them as little old ladies... my girls if you will. It has changed our relationship greatly.
I used to get angry with them... why won't you let me sit comfortably in dandasana? I'm only 23... what is all this creaking and popping? Why are you shooting pain down my leg? I realized last night after my Vinyasa Flow yoga class that if I change my perception, maybe I will find more humor in my difficult hips than anger.
I imagine them as two little old ladies... probably sisters, or maybe even manifestations of Ruby and myself when we are old. Either way, they are wrinkled and the right lady dyes her hair pink while the left lady dyes her hair blue. I imagine they are sitting in rocking chairs in my hip sockets, rocking back and forth as I walk. They always make fun of each other's hair and refer to the other as "The-Crazy-Old-Bat" when talking to their neighbors. The right lady's brain is a little more far gone than the left lady's. She sometimes falls out of her rocking chair while I am in half moon or one-legged dog.
With these visuals, I can't be mad at my hips. Would you be mad at the senile old lady down the street for walking around without a shirt on while wearing rubber boots and a cowboy hat? Probably not, and if you would then you might have some anger issues you need to deal with relating to your grandmother. I recommend you seek therapy and try to unlock some of your underlying family issues. However, if you have a relatively healthy mental state, this would probably offer you more entertainment and humor than anything else. That is how I will start looking at my hips. As two crazy old ladies in rubber boots and cowboy hats. In the morning, they move slowly and curse on the way into the bathroom. They take an afternoon nap and are ready to go to sleep very early. And all that heat that I feel in there? Well, that's because they are busy knitting wool scarves to keep themselves warm in the winter. I imagine these scarves are also helping to replace the cartilage my girls wear away with their rocking chairs.
Today, the ladies are not too happy. All last night's one legged dogs and standing splits have taken a toll on their energy this morning. They are doing their best to keep their rocking chairs still and simply knit their day away. Thankfully they are in a tiff and giving each other the silent treatment.
Well, girls! We have a stellar home practice full of one-legged pigeon and half moon today. I hope you have all the yarn you need.
Until next time, cyberland.
A
