I am not mature enough to be a yoga person.  I am too fidgety, and I can’t clear my mind, and, most of all, the trippy new age music either annoys me or makes me giggle.  

Lately though, I’ve been doing hot yoga, and I have to say that I really like it.  I think the stench of the sweaty guy next to me is distraction enough from the music, and the heat makes my non-flexible body feel stretchier.

I found my musical soulmate at a coffee house once.  The playlist was perfect, and this is not something that happens everyday.  But I took that poor barista for granted, and paid for it by sitting through hours of bad coffee house playlists later on.

Therefore, I intend to cherish the yoga teacher that I have found, who just might be my yoga music soulmate. I am loath to reveal her location for fear that the class will become too crowded.  Let’s just say — Jimi Hendrix, Radiohead, Eddie Vedder – now that is music I can Downward Dog to.