Yesterday evening in hot yoga I came unstuck in time. I was slipping my hands under my feet for a juicy stretch in gorilla pose when I noticed a cut inside my big toe that still hadn’t healed from Turks and Caicos. My thoughts left the yoga room as I remembered slicing it on a beach stick at Long Bay. The cut was minor and had started healing instantly from the salty water. It was inconveniently located between my toes so though I hardly saw it I could feel it. Seeing my little cut got my wheels turning in my head, which is discouraged during your yoga practice. Too late, I had already abandoned my body in the room. The island part of my life was not as…