I recently stumbled onto a group of 500 people all setting on the lawn of the Texas State Capital. All 500 were setting in the lotus position. Invaders from the Land of Zen had taken over the Capital. There was so much yoga going on it made my legs hurt just watching the madness. I am not one of those flexible bunnies who thinks flying through the air on a trapeze is cool so I'll try it some day. My days in the cool department are long gone. I am not about to join a yoga class because it suppose to be cool and might help the posture. Besides, joining a yoga class requires one to drag around one of those small roll up sticky mats and I'm not going to do that if I can help it. The only time I could ever imagine being in control of a sticky mat is if some female dragged me to a lamaze class. The mat would certainly come in handy keeping her over sized ass off the cold floor but I am not about to set on the mat, cross my legs and start chanting.
I don't chant, I am not a vegetarian nor an I Hindu. Those are all three strikes against me in the game of yoga. Yoga is suppose to open the channels of your mind to the extent that your perception of everything changes but change is something everyone talks about but rarely does. Yoga might be able to reconnect me to my body but balancing my mind or restoring my soul is an impossibility. Visiting the Land of Zen someday is a possibility. I wont completely rule the trip out but the vacation would more than likely end as soon as it started
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