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There’s a class of yoga poses that elude me. They’re popular in advertising. You’ll see postings here on yoga forums. Arm balances are almost acrobatic. Much to my chagrin many aren’t going to happen for me. Not for will power or strength or lack of subtle understanding. It’s anatomy. My arms, specifically my upper arms, are too short.
The trick, if you will, with many arm balances is just that, a balance. Though the model may appear to be floating in mid air, and strong ab work is engaged, there is a bit of leverage provided by the upper arm in poses such as peacock and side crow. If you haven’t got the length to fit you won’t get up now matter how you cajole your proportions.
How do I know it’s my arms? It’s the method I use to determine the safety of a headstand with forearm support. While standing in front of a mirror, make “L’s” with your arms then rotate them back so that the elbows are along each side of the head. With forearms parallel to the crown of the head, shoulders relaxed with blades retracted down the spine, see if the crown of the head surpasses the forearms. If it does, you will have too much force from the weight of your body distributed into the head, compromising the cervical spine. You could lift with the shoulders, but this takes them out of alignment, risking shoulder injury, but I digress.
Even though I understand that the physics of these poses just isn’t accessible to me, I still want what I can’t have. I see poses my friend and student posts. I try. I hurt. I pout. Then I remember that’s my ego. Instead, I should be content that I led her in a class to find those poses again. Or better yet, marvel at the beauty she possesses with such grace to let me guide her.