NAMASTE

                                              

“Mom?”

“In the living room kitty.” Writer Lady is in her exercise clothes sitting cross legged on a yoga mat, arms to her sides, hands resting on her thighs. Faint instructions can be heard coming from the television. Writer Lady lays down on her back with her knees bent. She raises her torso keeping her head on the floor. Dobby walks over to where Writer Lady's head is and climbs up on to her chest with his back to her.

“Dobby...move please.” Writer Lady says. Dobby turns around slowly to face her.

“What?”

“Get down kitty. You're on my chest. Can't breathe.”

“Mom, I love you so much.” Dobby says, rubbing his head against hers.

“I said, Move your ass.” Writer Lady reaches up and pushes the cat off of her boobs.

“Well. That was rude.” Dobby comments as Writer Lady collapses panting.

“Sorry kitty. But that was also painful. All twenty pounds of you was on my chest. I couldn't breathe. By the way, just so you know, boobs can't be moved around like they're your own personal pillows either.

“Well, not yours.”

“So. What is it you want?” Writer Lady asks.

“It's time to write.”

Looking at the clock Writer Lady says, “It's still early. We've got plenty of time. Let me finish stretching. I need to relax.”

Dobby walks around Writer Lady as she gets back into her pose and closes her eyes. She opens her eyes after feeling Dobby climb back on to her chest. Walking along her body to stand on her knees. Writer Lady collapses again.

“Dobby!”

“What?”

“I like this. I can see a lot from here. What do you call this?” Dobby asks.

“Bridge pose.”

“I like it.” Dobby says.

“If you like it. Why don't you try it?” Writer Lady asks.

“Are you going to be much longer?”

“If you let me finish it won't be long at all.”

“O—kay.” Dobby says. Backtracking up Writer Lady's body, sticking the end of his tail up her nose as he leaves.

Writer Lady is standing up when Dobby cat returns in a catsuit and a piece of an old blanket. Writer Lady does a double take when she sees the ginger tabby. “Dobby, what are you wearing?” she asks.

“Work out clothes.”

“That's a catsuit.” Writer Lady points out.

“It's really tight. Just like your clothes.”

“These are work out clothes, they're supposed to fit tight.” Writer Lady says.

“That's kind of what I just said Mom.” Dobby points out.

“Okay kitty. As long as you're comfortable.”

Writer Lady is standing tall. Feet hip width apart. Arms raised and parallel. She is stretching up.

Dobby imitates her. “So um...what's this called?”

“Mountain pose.”

Writer Lady hears giggling behind her to the left. “Looks nothing like a mountain. Silly humans.” Whispering commences.

“Now this is a mountain. Mom. Mom...look!”

Writer Lady turns to her left to find Dobby sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. The cat's arms are hanging down to the floor at an angle he appears wider at the bottom than at the top. TP is hovering a foot above the cat's head mirroring him.

“Yes. That's a mountain.” Writer Lady smiles and gets back to her stretching.

Now let's get into chair pose. The television says. Writer Lady complies. Dobby and TP look at Writer Lady in astonishment. Both cat and faerie attempt it. Neither like it.

Stand up out of chair pose and stretch.

Cat and faerie smile at each other glad it's over.

Let's do one more chair pose.

TP snaps his fingers and a chair appears between them. Each strike a pose next to their side of the chair. Sunglasses and pearly white teeth gleaming.

Excellent job everyone. Let's relax for a moment. Go to Downward Facing Dog pose.

Dobby and TP look at each other. Each lay down with their bellies on the floor and their feet sprawled out behind them in the back.

Writer Lady stands on her hands and tip toes. Bent in the middle with her head facing down.

Doesn't that feel wonderful?

Feeling happy and relaxed TP and Dobby pant like dogs.

Good. Stand up and move into Warrior 1.

Writer Lady demonstrates for them. The cat and the faerie like this pose. The phone rings and Writer Lady pauses the DVD. The moment she leaves the room. “En Garde” both yell simultaneously and start fighting with swords that appeared at the faerie's bidding along with musketeer hats.

Back to Downward Facing Dog. Let's try a yoga push-up.

Writer Lady straightens from Downward Facing Dog and moves to a Yoga push up. TP and Dobby just wait.

Downward Facing Dog.

Let's just sit down on your mat cross legged, close your eyes. Relax. Focus on your breathing.

“Slurp. Slurp. Sluuurp!” can be heard in the background. Writer Lady turns around to see Dobby and TP licking ice cream.

“What are you two doing?” Writer Lady asks.

“Yogurt Push-ups! Silly Lady.” TP giggles.

“This part is really boring Mom.” Dobby says with a slurp.

“That's because you aren't doing it. Meditation is very relaxing. Come over here and sit next to me. Try it for a minute. You'll see.”

Everyone settles down into a nice relaxing meditation.

Put your hands together in front of the heart. Na-mas-te.

“Now I'm Gonna Stay.” Dobby and TP respond.