I mention this because I’ve had a couple of strange experiences on yoga study days. On one occasion, I went to a teacher-training session on integrating philosophy into a general class. I was expecting some physical practice, but knew the day was going to be largely theory. Therefore, as I arrived I was rather surprised to see one woman turned upside-down in the middle of the room with each shoulder perched precariously on a different chair and her head dangling towards the floor between them. I could only wonder why.
Another training day saw a group of us grappling with the intricacies of Marichyasana, that deep forward bend that involves one straight leg, one bent and the hands clasped behind the back. We talked all round it and then experimented with modifications and the use of props. In the discussion session after the practical work, one of our number raised her hand and said she wasn’t sure she was feeling what she should and could we take a look at her. I wasn’t the only one whose jaw dropped as she eased herself effortlessly into the posture. Now, perhaps I’m being uncharitable and she might genuinely have had issues, but all I heard was: ‘Look at me! Look at me!’