Let me start with the pudding.
It was rice. Made with milk and half-and-half and sugar and I stirred it endlessly and carefully and tenderly and added vanilla and raisins and cinnamon at the end. I followed the recipe in the Cook’s Illustrated Cookbook, which, as I’ve mentioned before, is the Scientific American of cookbooks.
Newly off my cleanse, I was jonesing for pudding. I made this concoction with high hopes and a watering mouth. I never let the milk come to more than a simmer. I used the right rice, the right everything, I babied this pudding like it was triplets in the last trimester. I never let it get out of bed.
And it was a crashing disappointment. An utter pudding fail. It was borderline tragic.
Maybe I cooked it down too long? Maybe I have lost my taste for sugar? For pudding? Maybe too many raisins, too much cinnamon? Whatever it was, it was decidedly off. I had a small bowl, got a bellyache, and threw the whole mess down the disposal.
Last Thursday I had my first class in the new Beginner’s Series. I have now taught Beginner Yoga maybe 10 times, and every time I sort of freak out.
Beginners are so fragile. Beginners are apprehensive, wary, insecure, nervous. Beginners want to wear their socks. Beginners do not smile. They most of all do not want to sit in the front. God forbid they get there late and only the spots in the front are left. This is a major freak out moment for a beginner.
Beginners tell me right from the get-go all the things they cannot do– just so I know. They will never be able do a headstand. (“It was just a joke; no headstands. Promise.”)
And that’s the other thing. Beginners are hard to joke around with. They think yoga is very serious business, what with all the “Om-ing” and the Sanskrit and the right way to say “asana” and the freaky nap at the end with the gongy music.
To them, this is very serious shit people, so if the teacher starts to goof around (that’d be me!) beginners become very uneasy.
And this is why I freak out about teaching beginners. I DO take my yoga very seriously, and more than that, I take their yoga even more seriously. But I am naturally ebullient and happy and, I daresay, sometimes even charming. And winsome. And goofy. And garrulous. And let’s not forget irreverent.
Irreverent. But not about the yoga. About myself.
So I have to watch myself like a freakin’ hawk in the Beginner class. At least in the first few weeks, or until I can get them relaxed and at ease and somewhat “Kathinated.”
This week will be week #2. Baby steps…
I did it! (or I should say we did it). We figured out how to do it, put music behind it and save it as a file that can be downloaded. I need a better mic, and I need to figure out how to adjust the volume on the music behind my voice, but for a first try, I think it is really very, very decent! I uploaded it to Virtual Yogarians, the website I set up during the Challenge so that anyone who wanted to could have a place to post about yoga stuff.
Here, go check it out and let me know what you think: