The Hippy Dippy Yoga Retreat--Day Ten
Goat yoga or "baa-maste"
There was a soothing murmur in the breakfast room after the day of silence. Everyone seemed to listen better. We didn’t talk only to make ourselves heard, but we communicated quietly and effectively.
“Excuse me, everybody!” said Ma-Haha, and rang the mindfulness bell.
I put down my fork and stopped eating the tofu scramble with vegan matzo balls.
“Today, I have an extra treat for you. Straight from the hills of Calabrie County, we have six healthy goat yogis. These goats have been practicing Hoof Hatha Yoga from the greatest of all time, Get-Your-Goat. So, after everyone finishes breakfast, I want you to step outside on our grassy yard where the hollow-horned ruminants are now grazing—and get ready for some goat yoga! Macy will show you the proper goat etiquette.”
Instead of applause, everyone bleated…Baaaa.