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!

2 Responses to “My Daughter Doesn’t Understand Me”

  1. Yes, laughter is the one thing we can all relate to, no matter what the language or path! I have been reading through your Blog! I enjoy it very much!

  2. Thanks, DeAnna. Very glad you’re enjoying it.

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