If you are doing yoga a few times a week, you can probably throw down a few glasses of wine. I guarantee that 80 percent of the people that do this also go tear it up. – Rachel Cimino
The New York Times has an interesting article on yoga-and-wine retreats that are popping up in Madison, Wisconsin. At first, I thought it was ridiculous – a very posh, bourgeois thing to do. Not to mention the danger involved in trying to practice drunk – something I would stoically recommend against. My gut reaction is that this idea flies in the face of my practice and everything I look to yoga for.
But then again, it doesn’t. Not really. I believe in tasting all different parts of life fully and with relish. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t indulge myself now and then. You’ve all read the proof here, in fact.
So this article brings up an interesting question – what’s the difference between the “yoga on Thursday, drinking on Friday” plan and sitting in the middle of a vineyard tasting wine and breathing the three-part breath? Isn’t it better to take a yogic attitude toward drinking (really savoring every taste, being aware) than divorcing the two completely?
I have to say that, in general, my mantras never meet my martinis. I tend to keep those two parts of my life very separate. And I think of one as “good” and one as “bad” – which is really an arbitrary and unfair judgment. And while I still don’t think asana and anisette should be combined in a literal sense, there’s something to be said for acknowledging that they both exist in on the same plane of reality. And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to introduce them to one another.