Deep Breathing

Yoga is supposed to relax you and fill you with serenity. Didn't work this morning. I arrived to find a full car park and, trying to squeeze into a tight space, managed to knock over a wall. There was a loud bang, and I expected everyone to come rushing out but nothing happened. The top layer of bricks on the low wall had completely slid off and separated, shocking to see. And embarrassing. I didn't examine the car then, but went in to start de-stressing. So Hugo sitting in the car right outside the wondow howling his head off didn't help. After a while the teacher suggested we focus on something else to help ignore the noise, though nobody had mentioned it, and at that point I offered to move the car. "Bring him in", she said, and so Little Lord Fauntleroy sauntered in through the lycra crew and settled himself down on his blanket beside me like a canine aristocrat. Hah, he seemed to be saying, why do you make life so difficult for yourself? You know I'll win in the end. Just keep me with you at all times and you'll be much happier. I popped over to confess my crime to the caretaker when I left, and in his absence his wife said she didn't think it was a problem, that her husband would probably sort it out quite easily. When I arrived home I glanced at the car and there was a tiny mark, not even a dent. I think the wall was waiting to fall. His young lordship took a long drink of water, sighed happily, and lowered his long limbs into his bed for a bit of shut-eye. He opened one eye, and his look told me he just wanted a bit of peace now, and would I please leave him alone for a while? Sorry Hugo. I didn't mean to disturb you.