I don’t really do Yoga. But some friends introduced me to a beginner-level video on Netflix Streaming called Candlelight Yoga. Rest assured, it is just as awesome as it sounds. Ethereal nether-world music, flowing drapes, candles scattered willy-nilly.
The instruction is given by the melodious Sarah Ivanhoe. Whether she is a real person or just a robot built by Ray Kurzweil, it makes no difference – she is something to behold.
As Sarah serenely guides us through stretches and increasingly complex positions, she singles out one of her yoga-lackeys as “Natahsa” – an obscenely fit blond woman, who, we can see at one glance, is in no way remedial. Yet it falls to Natasha to demonstrate what Sarah calls “modified” positions, meant to accommodate those of us who never passed the flexibility portion of the Presidential Physical Fitness Exam.
But here’s why I’m in love with Natasha: even while modeling the idiot’s pose, Natasha maintains a transfixing, statuesque dignity.
So tomorrow I’m launching what will be a regular and recurring feature, inspired by Natasha’s beguiling grace, for all those moments when the “correct position” in daily life is impossible. When we need an alteration, an amendment, a modification. When we must “Do Like Natasha.” Stay tuned.