“Become aware of the tension in your jaw. Where is your tongue touching? Make sure your tongue is not at the roof of your mouth,” my yoga class instructor guided us at the beginning of class. Of course my tongue was pressing on the roof of my mouth. Why would I have come to yoga if I wasn’t in need of a little unwinding/destressing? Guiding my conscious to where precisely my tongue touched, I had a flashback of a recent kiss. It was my first experience with this kissing technique. Somewhere early on in this snogging session I felt the tip of my friend’s tongue touching the roof of my mouth. Interesting, I thought. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to a) be turned on by this or b) assume he had an extraordinarily long tongue and be grateful it wasn’t going down my throat (as I recall a college boyfriend’s tongue reaching). Was it peanut butter I had accidentally left on the roof of my mouth he was after? Regardless, this made for a somewhat pleasurable and amusing association at the beginning of class and I’m quite sure I had a smirk on my face during that vinyassa.