At the weekend I crept away to work on a teaching sequence while Hubby was calling home. He finished more quickly than I expected and popped his head round the door to ask if he could bring his breakfast in and watch me. Why not! It turned into a really lovely shared experience that just kind of evolved.
He started off watching quietly (apart from the sound of brekkkie-chomping!) but then started complimenting me enthusiastically on my practice. Hubby, who reads me like a book, could tell I was bemused by his ooohs and aaaahs (and most especially by his teasing Tara Stiles comparison!) so he put it with characteristic Australian frankness for me: “I’m not blowing sunshine up your a**e; you look amazing”. I guess to him, since he’s been mainly working on a very boring set of physio exercises for as long as I can remember now which can’t feel inspiring and since he rarely sees me practise, I did look much ‘better’ than he expected. Plus, he knows I’m working on getting perspective on my physical practice at the moment and see it for what it is, and this was his cheerleading moment to encourage me!
But he was actually watching with sharp attention and also offered some comments on the glitchy places he saw. It was really interesting to receive feedback, not so much on what he commented on (most of these were things I was already aware of), but how he commented. Whether his words sounded like criticism (do I sound like that to my students?) and to what degree his touch was communicative of anything helpful. Mostly he just poked at me, which works surprisingly well for some things, but at times had us both rolling around in stitches as I reacted with total confusion or got ticklish and fell out of poses with a complete lack of grace! 🙂 Just as well I don’t react like this in class!
At the end I asked him to watch as I practised my headstand set up which I’ve been working on a little lately. And as I stretched one leg up above my hips, the other leg did that magic thing I’m exploring where the toes just leave the floor of their own accord, it seems. I’m hanging for a moment with both legs stretching in different directions until all of a sudden the second leg has just risen and I’m in headstand, not having touched the wall at all, just balancing, breathing, gently giggling with the unexpected rush. Oh wow, he was there for my first time! 🙂