Yoga

I had the craziest experience today. well actually in the big scheme of things, its really not that big. I mean its not like a student poured an entire vile of rubbing alcohol on my desktop. Its not like a student lied to me and told me that he had told the principle that I had punched him. Its not like any of those things happened to me today. So I guess you could say that it is not even close to the craziest experience i have had. In fact, I dare say that what happened to me today was pretty normal in my life.


I took a Yoga class.

 My instructor's name was John. John was perhaps the quintessential yoga instructor. He had curly brown hair that was tucked behind a blue bandanna  He was well toned and muscular. He skin was tan; as if he had spent the past five months smoking weed shirtless and then performing strange Yoga possess in some of America's most desolate and , in his opinion, most beautiful deserts. I have no doubt that he calls both the Mojave Desert and Joshua Tree, home. I also have no doubt that he worships the pagan gods of fire, earth, wind, and water.

Picture of John and Friends in smoking hippie pose

I also have no doubt about one other thing. John completes me. After doing an hour of Yoga, I have been emancipated from the cares and worries of my existence. Following sixty minutes of controlled breathing and closed eyes I have transcended the worries that have kept me bound. The countless number of upward and downward facing dogs, warrior 1,2, and 3, plank, and purring cat poses have lifted me into a higher level of consciousness. John told me that every time I breath in deeply I need to remember life and be grateful for every breath that we have been given and so readers I have decided that I am going to turn over a new leaf and start getting my yoga on.