Friday, 8 September 2017
When I’m doing one of my exercises, I’m on my back and this is my view. I like to peer up at the flange at the ceiling, in which I can see all the very rectangular windows and doors distorted into flaring shapes.
As I concentrate on rocking my hips up and down, left and right, and then circle through all those positions “like a compass,” my instructor said. Does that make this somewhat spidery chandelier-view a kind of compass rose?