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I Turned to Yoga When I Was Consumed by Grief or The Goofus of Yoga




My father called me today. "I think you need to lose weight."

"Hello to you too, Dad," I said as I was walking around my home city of San Francisco. A motorcycle whizzed by.

"You never exercise."

"You know that's not true. I walk at least three times a week, plus I do yoga."

"You mean that stretching? That's not exercise."

I took a deep breath, thanking God for the therapy I've done in my life. "Grandma did yoga, you know."

"I still don't think yoga is exercise."

Another deep breath. I knew he was wrong. But I didn't want to get into the other reasons why I do yoga.


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