So explain this yogurt thing to me.
First, that joke’s been around forever. Now, about yoga: you might think it’s a bunch of body positions to stretch you, unkink your back, and release your aches. It is that, but poses are like fingernails in the body of yoga: you’re just scratching the surface with them. (While you’re scratching, can you reach right between my shoulderblades… No, go a little lower. That’s it. Scratch there. Thank you.)
The body of yoga is large indeed. This elbow over here is Karma yoga, the yoga of service. This left pectoral muscle is Bhakti Yoga, the yoga of devotion. And this butt cheek here is Jñana Yoga, the yoga of knowledge. So you see that poses are just the fingerrnails in the hand of Hatha Yoga (physical yoga), which is attached to the arm of Raja Yoga, which, sit still, kid, we’ll eventually get to.
All right, so what’s the point of all these yogas I’ve never heard of?
To go in the opposite direction of alcohol.
Yep. Alcohol takes away some of your abilities and finer perceptions (not to mention a sense of civility). Yoga is the un-
Paying attention to what?
To you, of course. To your experience. And when you do that, not only are you not reacting unconsciously, but you actually begin to change the reactivity.
You’re pulling my leg, right?
Ah, now you’re talking about asana, the first aspect of yoga!