Halfway through yoga class the other day, the teacher had us go outside for a 15-minute walk. He urged us to do it barefoot.
"Will you lead us over hot coals?" I asked.
"No, that’s for the advanced class," he said.
We walked outside. There was a puddle of water.
"Oh teacher, show us how to walk on water," I said.
"No, that’s for the advanced class," he said.
"What is the path to enlightenment?" I asked.
He led us west on Horner.
"Shall we sacrifice a virgin?" I asked.
"Do you know any?" he asked.
We came to Horner and Livonia.
"Oh teacher, what is the true path to enlightenment?"
He led us north on Livonia.
When we eventually circled back to Robertson Blvd, I asked, "Shall we dash into traffic, do triangle pose, and stop the oncoming cars with astral projection?"
