I would just like to say that people who change their names because they become yoga instructors can suck my ovaries. What the hell is that? Eastern religion teaches us to accept the world around us and to grow in and understand our place in society, yet I watch all these western, white American girls change their identity, abandon their lives to live in pseudo communes and then post all their enlightened experiences on Facebook for the super-unatural world to like, dislike or (woohoo) comment on. It seriously takes everything in me not to punch them hard in their quasi peaceful cyber faces. Isn't the purpose of yoga to connect with the world around you, not separate yourself from it?
Yet: I found God through Downward Dog, now call me Flying Dolphin?
What a better way to dishonor your family than to say, "sorry mom and dad, I know you gave me this great name, but now I'm too spiritual for it because I teach yoga and meditation so I'm moving on to bigger and better names. Except, oops, by the way, you won't ever be able to pronounce it! Love you guys. Oh, and one more thing, can you get me that new $120 yoga mat for Christmas, I spent all my money on teacher training and generic, new age tattoos."
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My best friend here in Wisconsin is moving across the country tomorrow, leaving her daughter (with her dad) because the angels told her to. This decision was made about 5 days ago. She's going to find her twin flame, who she doesn't even know and whose new name is something about live, life, love and celestial owls. He doesn't want anything to do with her, but that's just because he's in denial, according to his higher self and the indian chiefs. So I'd say changing your name because you do yoga is the least of it, altho I feel your pain.
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