The Animal Game features stories of yoga — and makes the perfect read now the chill has set in!
The following excerpt is drawn from “The Unholy Yogi,” about a teacher trainee with much to learn.
“I wait for the boat that will transport me to Paradise Island. Blue Bahamian water shines in the sunlight and dazzles my winter-weary eyes. Off the edge of the pier, discarded conch shells by the hundreds tint the depths a delicate pinky-cream.
A sudden thump startles me. An athletic, agitated woman with a sparkly nose stud rummages through a backpack she’s tossed on the ground. She pulls out a smoke, lights it with a metal Zippo, and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. About half the cigarette is gone before she glances up and notices me, clutching my latte and observing her.
She tells me her name is Polly, and she’s about to quit smoking. I feel like asking her for a cigarette. I haven’t smoked in years. It’s my reforming-hedonist reflex kicking in, which happens whenever I’m faced with prohibition.
“Uh oh,” she says, pointing at a boat speeding our way. Three quick drags and she grinds the cigarette under her heel.
And so we embark. For the whole month of February at yoga school, we must commit to no tobacco, caffeine, alcohol, drugs, eggs, meat, fowl, fish. Not even garlic or onions.
Polly, who smokes a pack a day, looks as edgy as I feel. We climb aboard the tossing boat. “What are we doing here?” I ask. She laughs and mimics jumping overboard.
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