A couple of weeks ago in church I was so restless. And so so cold. Why? Why must church buildings always be kept at such a frigid temperature? Is it a symptom of the male-centric position taken in other parts of the institution that only those wearing a three piece suit are catered to? There are women with bare legs and babies -- babies, people! So after sitting through Sacrament meeting there I was, sitting once again, in Sunday School. It has been years since I haven't had a calling second hour so I'm not used to having to sit in one place for that long. And my knees were bouncing up and down, attempting to create some semblance of warmth in the freezing tundra that is the relief society room. I look around and see that everyone else seems to be sitting still and calmly, but then I see her -- my kindred spirit! She's moving and contorting her body in all the ways that my body is yearning to and I watch her, fascinated, as she moves through one yoga pose after another. She starts with a little downward dog to get things loosened up and then some squats, mmm that must feel nice. Then she curls up into child pose for a while -- efficiently stretching and keeping warm! Then she turns over for a perfect example of happy baby, waving her legs in the air whilst holding onto her little toes. Perfect, because, of course, she is a baby and has license to behave in that manner in public! I, however, do not and was left there to simply watch with envy. And then to start imagining... everyone in the room just getting up and moving in every which way they felt compelled. Listening to their inner voice, responding to the physical and spiritual prodding that one can only hear when the logical mind is turned off. Ha! It would be delightful! And the imagery of all of the old and/or fat fuddy duddies jumping up and doing yoga poses got me through another hour of Sunday School, yay!