I need help,” Peaches whispered. The sound of her voice helped me to get a fix on her location amidst the pile of blankets and beanbags that had accumulated between her and me. I’d taken her with me to a restorative yoga class, an experience I once heard a friend call “a nap with props.” It had been some time since I’d attended this particular class, however, and I’d forgotten that the configuration of the props changed fairly extensively with each pose. I’m directionally impaired so it is usually all I can do to arrange my bolster, blocks and blanket into whatever set-up the teacher has demonstrated before time’s up and I’m supposed to have assumed the pose. Bringing Peaches to class with me…