The Yoga Snob

I'm at the Sewanee Writers' Conference and those into yoga are finding one another.

Rumor has it there's a class at a community center in town and some of us will try to make that. One woman I met said she's doing it in her room (like me), but she isn't pushing herself, so we might get together, then I found out a woman here wrote a book about going to India and studying with Iyengar, one of the big wigs. It would be the pop music equivalent of studying with Paul McCartney in Liverpool.

i thought that was so cool so I asked her if she'd like to lead a few of us fledglings in a session -- or join us at the community center -- she said she couldn't, that she teaches privately and charges a lot of money for that, the thought of the community center seemed to pain her, but she did offer to be in a room with us, each doing our own thing, with the rule that there'd be no talking...

hey, whatever, but yoga isn't just about excelling in postures, it's about finding calm in yourself, it's about letting go of ego and humility. Maybe i just don't get it because i'm not advanced enough -- but you know what, if I'd had the chance to study with fucking Budha, I'd still be up for a session with the local Sewanee community center because the wisdom of the world might just be underneath a stone in the most backward of locations -- and i'm willing to bet Budha knew that too...