Day Eleven

When experimenting with new yoga schools in a strange town, it's best to find out first what style it is. Doing a vastly different style to what you expect is a fantastic exercise in mental discipline; in accepting things for what they are without drawing comparisons. After winning that little battle over my mind, I came out of the class very relaxed.

During class there was a intermittent cheeping noise, very loud in the great acoustics of the huge curved ceiling and the silence of our class. It sounded like some slightly exotic tropical bird but somehow I knew it was a gecko. Even tho it's such a big, unexpected sound for such a small lizard. But there it was, some bit of random info stored unconsciously in my brain from I don't know when or where: The weird, unlikely call of the gecko.