‘Your posture is not your fault,” he told me, his hand below mine.
“Push down,” he said.
“Push down.” Beneath the other.
“Try that side again, hard as you can.”
In the mirror, he showed me how my right shoulder was higher than my left, how my head was at a lean, my hips tilted.
“You have scoliosis,” he said, “and a pinched nerve. The vertebrae in your neck are locked, except for one joint, which is wobbly. Every time you do your neck exercises, you make it wobblier. Don’t feel guilty. These problems developed in childhood. But you need to stop the yoga.”
Yoga was a reach. I took a class at Gardenview, the old person’s home on the corner, three times a week. Mostly, we hung from the
