When I told her I was going to Indonesia to study yoga, she said that if Bali turned me into one of those yoga bitches, she would strap me down and force-feed me steak and beer and cigarettes until I came back to life. (Pg 71 of 1143)
I read Yoga Bitch in increments -- five minutes before yoga class or five minutes before departing for work. Since the book is on my iPod Touch, reading it in small segments seemed like the perfect approach since I wanted to hold onto the experience...
Other yogis have said it different ways but the meaning is the same and I also feel similar to Suzanne Morrison when she writes:
I remembered something about yoga that was easy to forget in the world of celebriyogis and sacred schwag. At its best, it nourishes something real in me. Something vulnerable and authentic, where I am most myself. (1012 of 1143)There's another passage in the book that really moved me. Suzanne’s friend gets married and the friend’s husband says “I would have done even weirder things to marry Jessica.”
I used to think that sort of sentiment was corny, but isn’t that exactly what we’re all looking for? Someone who loves how weird we are? A lover, a mentor, a God who looks at you with all your peculiarities and contradictions and sees not a design flaw, but a perfectly, uniquely lovable soul? (1000-1001 of 1143).
