"the legendary seattle rain. it was a thin gray rain; hard and fast and cold. in it, we had to walk four blocks to the zillers' jeep - we were at its mercy. as was my custom in such elements i hunkered against the rain, drew my head into my collar, proceeded in misery. but my hosts, i soon noticed, reacted in quite another way. they strolled calmly and smoothly, their bodies perfectly relaxed. they did not hunch away their faces from the rain but rather glided through it. they directed their faces to it and did not flinch as it drummed their cheeks. they almost reveled in it. somehow, i found this significant. the zillers accepted the rain. they were not at odds with it, they did not deny it or combat it; they accepted it and went with it in harmony and ease. i tried it myself. i relaxed my neck and shoulders and turned my gaze into the wet. i let it do to me what it would. of course, it was not trying to do anything to me. what a silly notion. it was simply falling as rain should, and i a man, another phenomenon of nature, was sharing the space in which it fell. it was much better regarding it that way. i got no wetter than i would have otherwise, and if i did not actually enjoy the wetting, at least i was free of my tension. i could even smile. what i smiled at was the realization that i had been in the zillers' company less than fifteen minutes and already their example had altered my behavior. surely, i was on the right track."
buddy, if that's not yoga, i don't know what is!
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