I know that yoga has been a matter discussed in the blogs of Townsville law firm, O’Shea & Dyer, in blogs prior. Regardless, the subsequent information deserves to be shared for the sake of an advance in research.
Personally, I don’t often yoga. I only practise when I’m being shouted the $20 session and a scented oil massage is included.
As you may know, my parents are quite frequent with their yoga.
However, Townsville Lawyer, Ivan can’t cross his legs and office manager, Jo can’t stay awake.
During savasana last week an elegant snore occupied the class. Not only had Jo fallen asleep, but she was also snoring like a train. Dad has enjoyed sharing this with everyone for the last week. I think he likes the fact that it’s Mum being made fun of for once.
Last semester my friend – lets call said friend George - had to experience and document a new sport for a university subject. Two days before the due date of the report George whisked me to a yoga session in the heart of Brisbane.
On our first transition into the Dagwood dog I heard a far from subtle release of gas from behind me. As I peered through my legs, there was an upside down George – cheeks the colour of a raw chicken breast and subordinate cheeks smelling like Tikka Masala glazed chicken breast.
In the time it took me to blink I heard the door to The Chamber of Zen open and close. George had left.
For the entirety of the ride home George cried and I laughed.
I never got to read the submitted report but I suspect there were a few exclusions.
Yoga is a method of embarrassing oneself in a room full of people whilst paying to do so. It does not fix your issues, but simply highlights them.
So why would you try to solve your problems with yoga when you have the option of visiting the team at O’Shea and Dyer law firm Townsville? I don’t actually know the answer to that question.
Unlike yoga, we are everything we cracked up to be.