It wasn’t until the week before my book launch that I thought to tell my yoga teacher how much her classes had influenced my book – even though there is no yoga in the book.
I have been doing yoga for 19 years! I am crap at meditating. My mind is highly distractible. Over the years I have become less flexible and less able to balance. I am after all 20 years older. Also, my mind is what it is. What I have learned in my decades of yoga practice is something about acceptance.
Yoga is not just stretching postures and breathing. For me, each yoga class is a story, a chance to stop and dig into my mind, my heart, my behaviours, my beliefs about myself and others.
I don’t do yoga for my writing, but my writing is me, and as I absorb yoga (like the Abzorbaloff on Dr Who) it is logical that yoga influences what and who I write. All writers are Abzorbaloffs. But I have been distracted again.
Specifically, in my book Cassandra, here is a girl who can predict the future. She is obsessed with the future. Her head is always there. We can all be a bit like that sometimes. Planning ahead, imagining but it will be like when we get what we want in the future, worrying about something that may or may not happen in the future. When Cassandra’s head is not in the future she is regretful about the things in the past that she predicted and could not change. Some of us also live this way (without the physic gifts!)
The lesson Cassandra has to learn is to be in the moment. I can’t say I have mastered this practice, but I know the contentment of being there when I find it. It is something yoga has taught me. It is the best future I could envisage for a girl who will always see the bad things before they happen.
How does it end for Elton and Ursula? Damnation and salvation.