American Life

Dear Purusha

In my ever growing list of things that make me question the intention of my yoga practice, I notice that there are days when the 2 hours I spend in the studio are the most sensual hours of the day.

I think Madonna said it best when she rapped ” I do yoga and pilates and the room is full of hotties so I’m checking out the bodies and you know I’m satisfied.” 

And it’s fucking TRUE.

The most inappropriate thoughts run through your head.  You see a cute butt in upward dog or flexed thigh in virabhadrasana and you’re naughty for a minute but then snapback to proper drishti for fear of being noticed.  Somehow I don’t think this was in the game plan as laid out by Krishnamarchya and the gang.

How do I prevent this? Its not like I go in search of a sensual practice.  It just happens.   I feel like the child that doesn’t want to grow up.

Signed,

Not A Brahmachari