The Hippy Dippy Yoga Retreat--Day Eleven
Hippy Haiku Day
I woke up with hoof marks on my back and face, sore like I had chicken pox.
“I hope these come off,” I said to Eddie, who also had them.
Eddie and I left Natasha and Phillipe to sleep, and we limped up the hill for breakfast. We had sausage made from mung beans, potatoes made from spinach, and toast with goat butter. All in all, it was a pretty filling breakfast, certainly better than yesterday’s fish eggs on Melba toast.
Everyone looked the same. We were exhausted from yesterday’s goat yoga, with hoof marks tattooed on our bodies. Some of us were bleating while others let their chin whiskers grow like Eagle Bill. Nevertheless, the goats made a lasting impression that will change how we look at hollow-horned ruminants for the rest of our lives. Some of us planned to buy a goat or trade-in our old goats once we got home.
After breakfast, we headed to the studio for a light yoga session. Macy conducted a restorative class with blocks, belts, and bolsters. There was a guided meditation and mild stretching. Even Arbuckle was chill.
“Excuse me, everyone!” said Macy. “It is Hippy Haiku Day. After you put your yoga accessories back into the closet, we will write some three-line haiku. Remember, it’s 5-7-5 syllables. So please pick up a notepad and pencil, sit quietly, and write your hippest haiku.”