Contemplation was something I knew I needed to do and was looking forward to the weekend away I had booked into promising me an insight into myself through deep personal contemplation.
I enthusiastically attended my first class and awaited a sense of enlightenment.
Our instructor arrived, a young lady, trim and slim all smiles and encouragement.
She asked us to sit on the floor and assume the position.
I was immediately flummoxed, as I didn’t know any position apart from the position of positivity about the benefits the weekend held for me.
Seeing my puzzled look she came to assist.
There followed a series of body movements that creaked, groaned and finally snapped as I found myself tied in a knot from which I feared I’d never recover.
Whilst every other participant appeared serene in the same position my body screamed at me to provide relief of any kind to it.
Finally I rolled over, legs still knotted, I feared for the duration of my life, which I felt was drawing to an end by the second.
Around me the serenity continued only interrupted by the groans of agony from me.
Seeing my discomfort the instructor stifling a giggle came to my rescue, untangled me and said I’d best take a walk in the garden to get the blood circulating once again.
The walk allowed my time to contemplate my future participation.