Yoga Retreat
“You’re. Doing. What?” said The Iconoclast. I. Am. Going. To. A. Yoga. Retreat. I repeated it slowly, hesitantly. I felt like I was admitting to something quite zany and dreadful, like selling my kidneys for extra cash, or joining The Conservative Party. The Iconoclast began railing indignantly at the entire yogic enterprise, all 5,000…