From one of our Yogis..... YES - Yoga helps you in your everyday life.

This is a funny, if not hilarious, story I want to share with you while i was dipnetting.

Our campground's bathroom was the great reliable green latrine! These were complete with a mirror on the door. Can anyone possibly explain to me why there should be a mirror that is 3x5 inches in a port-a-potty? We're at a campground where we gut and clean fish for crying out loud?! Why do we want to see our reflection?

No that is not my story.

When I camp I usually do not go poop. I use to find that great. But then my body aged (agh!) and I find that pooping is very essential for my body. This time camping I made sure to continue eating fresh fruit and veggies. Well after 2 days of not pooping and me getting nervous, I woke up in the morning needing to go. I mean really GO!!!

Our faithful latrines were only inches from overflowing. How I managed not to poop while all other campers experience explosions is still a mystery to me. Well I just couldn't go to the latrine. I was sure my toilet paper would end up touching my bum. So I jumped into the car and drove to Wal-Mart. Never in my life have I loved using a bathroom in Wal-Mart. Running water so so great.

So I averted a terrible situation. Or so I thought. I was drinking tons of water this particular day since the sun was out. I was peeing a lot. When I pee in a port a potty, I hover! But i also want to avoid possible aim problems, so I lift the seat so I don't spray the seat for the next poor soul who does not know she should never ever sit on a port-a-potty seat.

Afternoon rolls around and I need to pee again. Yes I know you are loving my pee and poop story. Hang in there. I do my usual, lift up the seat, hover and pee. And suddenly I feel it. I have to poop. Oh no! I can't poop. Not in here! But there was no holding it back either. I was left with no choice. But yikes! I was still hovering! I didn't even have the option of lining the disgusting seat with toilet paper as the stupid seat was in the up position behind me! If I moved to lower it I would poop all over the latrine!!!!

I was left with this one last thought of hope as my legs were burning in the latrine, holding my hovering bum over an infectious, stinky mound of you know what! "Breath! Breath into it. You can do it. Your legs are strong. Breath." Do those words sound familiar? Yes Mary even in the latrine at dipnetting your words came to me! and I laughed out loud when I found a new meaning of "All life is Yoga".