A Conversation with Yoga

A Conversation with Yoga

"Where have you been all my life?"
"I have been here, child, you are the one who dissed me." (yoga is a bit hip-hop)
"Why didn't you tell me how good you are?"
"Yo, I can't be bringin' the mountain, you feel me?"
"But, I had no idea!" ( Yoga switching back to normal speak)
"Um, aren't I a requirement for girls raised in hippy families? Hasn't every person who does me (yoga) been telling you for years that this is really good shit?"
"Well, yeah . . ."
"and you get to wear those cute pants."
"That's true . . . but what if I have to fart while doing downward facing dog?"
"Everyone has to fart in that pose. So? You're too good to fart? "
"Yoga, you are so smart."
"I knew you would love me" (yoga is blushing)
"I do love you, Yoga, you're my new best friend."
"Good."

Yoga and I hold hands and walk into the sunset.