Why Do Yoga? (part 2)

Standing there, early morning, tired eyes, wobbling balance, wondering why on Earth would someone think this is a good idea, I ask the question again....

I do yoga to accept myself as I am, each day, in all my glorious and absurd imperfections. I do yoga to smooth the rough edges of my breath and body. I do yoga because it is the opposite of sugar and caffeine, and I need a little balanced in my life. I do yoga to sculpt my breath into beautiful forms. I do yoga to watch the sunrise in cool and outrageous places. I do yoga to “nirdoah” those pesky “chitta vrittis.” I do yoga because is just feels so fucking good. I do yoga to dance with the elements, earth, air, water and wind. I do yoga to explore the wild landscapes of my interior ecology. I do yoga because my mom watched “Lilias, Yoga, and You” on PBS in 1976. I do yoga because I hate jogging, and sometimes I still need to release energy. I do yoga because it is cheaper than psycho-therapy. I do yoga to fully complete my long-haired, groovy, goofy, snag-y persona. I do yoga to share my breath with other people. I do yoga to be in community. I do yoga to expand the potential of who I am. I do yoga as an act on non-violent revolution. I do yoga to unite body and breath. I do yoga to be able to surf when I am 90. I do yoga to set myself in the kiln of tapas. I do yoga because it is cheaper and more socially acceptable (maybe) than Ritalin. I do yoga to push further into the realm of the impossible. I do yoga to wade into waters of traditions 4000 years old. I do yoga to refill, refuel, replenish. I do yoga to channel my addictive-compulsive tendencies away from beer and towards something healthier. I do yoga to fly.