My Daughter Doesn’t Understand Me
I sent my daughter a copy of my latest masterpiece, Imagine You Are the Sun — A Yoga Poem. She wrote back:
“It’s a little too existential for me to personally relate to, but I’m glad to see a sample of what you’re up to! I know Yogi Berra would love it! :)”
Can you believe it? She actually wrote, “Yogi Berra would love it!”, with a smiley face, no less.
Not to be outdone, I replied:
“I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I still thought you’d be interested in how my crazy mind works. Here’s another blog you’ll enjoy more:”
and I copied her on Can Yogis Be Jealous?, the one that ends with:
“At that point we become blissfully purely aware that we also want to strangle the other person.” (I knew that would appeal to her sense of humor.)
And then I signed it “Swami Grandyogidadananda”. If she doesn’t understand me, at least we can laugh together!