The Hippy Dippy Yoga Retreat--Day Twelve
Now for some eye candy yoga
Ma-Haha surprised the hell out of us with an assignment. Most of the retreaters looked at each other with startled faces. I was too stoned to be nervous. Instead, I saw the challenge as a way of learning the poses and developing my yoga practice. And, more importantly, to show the world what Yogi Harry Roscoe was all about.
“Excuse me, everyone,” said Ma-Haha. “Sorry to disturb your buckwheat and bean waffle breakfast, but I have a task for you. Today I want each of you to run a ten-minute yoga class. The class will follow whoever the leader is, just like if it’s Macy or the Queen of Sadistic Yoga. So, please, don’t laugh at your peers or refuse to do any of the poses. And above all, have fun and get high. After breakfast, please write a ten-minute routine on the paper supplied, and then take it to the studio, so you don’t forget. Are there any questions?”