I unroll my mat, bow down to the highest place in me, breath deeply into downward dog, ease into plank, inhale as I flow into upward dog, exhale as I round into cat… She (irreverent teen) leaps into the room as I (serious yogi) step forward into mountain pose ……her endless arms and legs suddenly everywhere, a sprawling beautiful mess, my very own brown octopus engaged in her inimitable version of ‘do whatever the hell you wanna do’ yoga, a carefree, wild and wonderful, manic explosion of boundless….youthful…energy….. I try to maintain the stillness inside but collapse with laughter… and keep right on laughing as my daughter makes an exit more camp than Louie Spence dancing Swan Lake in satin pink ra ra skirt and matching ballet pumps…