Today I partook of a raw, vegan, gluten free, organic, free range, socially responsible zen sattvic yoga flow, followed by the unending pleasures of coffee and eggs Benedict (on a croissant, extra hollandaise) with loved ones on both sides. Some may call yoga and brunch incompatible practices. I call them Saturday morning.
I’m not a “serious yogi”—wait, maybe since I’m taking teacher training I am; who knows. Anyway, it’s been kind of a rough week for me, so running into this feisty post made me happy—especially since she mentions bacon. Here it is, for your reading pleasure!