National Yoga Month

Apparently, September is National Yoga Month. No, no, not in India. In the United States, only in the United States, where someone somewhere decides there’s a National Month for Everything. In this case, it’s likely the publisher of Yoga Journal, who is adept at propitiating the view of yoga as a materialistic cult of fashionably bendable waifs in $120 stretch pants who, by saying Namaste and Shanti to everyone they meet, mask their own suffering because they think by calling yourself a Yogi or Yogini, you ought to be above all that.

Yoga, in its many forms, is a great practice for multitudes of people, but reducing it to the shamefully inauthentic exercise regime it has widely become in the US is a testament to our greed and ultimate LACK of spirituality.

But if you’re so inclined, go out tonight and celebrate with a goji berry smoothie.

This concludes my rant. Nama-effing-ste.

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