At the end of yoga class, simmering gently in sweat and enlightenment, the students are silent. The...

At the end of yoga class, simmering gently in sweat and enlightenment, the students are silent. The substitute teacher asks,

"Since we have some time together in the next few weeks, is there anything you would like to focus on specifically for your practice?"

Her voice is smooth and serene and free of judgement. The class is smooth and serene and free of specific desires.

"Anything?" the teacher asks again, tenderly broadcasting tranquility and unity.

"Uh," I say, "I’ve always wanted to learn crow pose because it looks badass as fu—very badass."

Silence.

"That is a valid reason," the teacher says eventually.

"Sweet."

I continue to attend class.