Now, you know how I feel about hippy talk and people who think they’re enlightened just because they do yoga, but to be honest, I can now see myself getting quite into yoga. I know… I know… what a hypocrite. But I never thought this would happen to me. Clearly it only takes a few days here in Bali to change completely, if you concentrate. I’ve been concentrating.
I’ve been dragging myself to The Yoga Barn pretty much as soon as I wake up each morning because if I don’t… if I stop for just a second and think “Becky, can you really be arsed with this?” the answer is always no. So I get here ahead of my own consciousness and that way I AM WINNING, you see? And once I’m here in the cafe drinking my organic wheatgrass/bee pollen/spirulina/seaweed frappe, looking at all the other people just like me (but with more B.O and dreadlocks, usually) it’s too late to back out of class.
I have taken myself completely by surprise but I just caught myself saying Namaste in a serious, meaningful fashion at the end of an excellent Core Yoga class here at the Yoga Barn, and before I could scold myself I was already thinking “oh, I feel so aligned and centred right now, I am going to order an organic salad and a coconut and write some of my book and be at one with my divinity.” Which I did. That’s my salad up there. And my fucking coconut!!!
Also, my friend Brie wanted a hug, and we hugged for over 30 seconds, which counts as a hippy hug. Even more so because it was at The Yoga Barn.
Holy shit! Where’s my ukulele?