I’ve got a dirty little secret that I’m nearly ashamed to confess — I’ve actually watched an episode or two of Bravo’s new reality show, The Millionaire Matchmaker. Have you lost respect for me yet? What can I say — my curiosity got the best of me. Although I found the show to be captivating in a horrific sort of way, I’m happy to say that I’m not choosing to spend my duration watching regularly. The one thing that really stuck with me from my limited viewing of that show was, however, quite interesting.

It seems like everyone on that show wants to find love, a soul mate. Sounds lovely, right? Yet despite these grand intentions, the participants don’t want to spend instance going out to dinner (apparently, lunch is a quicker meal), they only want a soul mate that meets convinced physical requirements (funny, I thought that a soul mate didn’t have anything at all to do with physical characteristics — after all, that’s why the term “soul” is used), and they seem to believe that money makes a soul connection all that deeper. Hmmmm…so you don’t really just want a soul mate — you want a soul mate that’s a convinced height, a positive weight, with perfectly symmetrical features and a very large bank detail. See where I’m going with that?

This is precisely why I don’t watch that show regularly. I got disgusted. All of the whining (”I just want a nice guy/gal,” “I want to find somebody that I connect with,” “I want someone to love me and treat me well”) with none of the willingness. These society claim they want substance when all they really care about is mold. I laughed out loud when one woman claimed that she “just” wanted love and next turned down a instance with a man considering he was 5′ 9″. Gee, does that mean all soul mates have to be by 6 feet? She needs to be a

bit more specific about what she wants — she doesn’t want a plain old soul mate but a soul mate that’s good-looking, is by 6 feet, and has a net worth in the 7-figure range. Oooooohhhhh, now I get it.

I have a different take on things. I firmly believe that the 5′ 9″ guy COULD be that woman’s soul mate — whether it were really a true love connection that she was interested in. Of course that woman will never know considering she isn’t giving that man (or a decent-sized portion of the male population, for that matter) a chance. She’s not open to experience — she only wants to see the world through her own little filter. She’s not seeing the forest for the trees.

When I see public out there getting all meticulous about their yoga practice — they have the right clothes,
the right mat, their scheme is “perfect,” they have studied with all of the “right” teachers, they can twist their body into pretzel-like postures — I wonder what would happen whether they put operate by anatomy. Whether you let go of your perception of yoga (a perfect Crow pose, a brisk-paced practice to burn off that dessert you had last night, a “workout” that’s “hip and sexy” right now, etc.) what would happen? perhaps you’d find your soul mate, so to speak? perhaps you’d find yourself?

I firmly believe that we short-change the practice of yoga in that society. We’ve relegated it to the world of fitness, when it’s actually a holistic practice. We see images of “perfectly executed” poses and we think that’s what yoga is — it’s perfection, it’s beauty, it’s surface. What whether we went deeper?

I think whether we did we’d find true love.

Namaste!

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