… but don’t tell anyone. I have been attending classes through the Art of Living Foundation, learning life philosophies and how to breathe and meditate.
It’s not really a cult but I was accused of joining one when I told a friend about how fabulous I was feeling … and why. It happened to be a friend who, in the same conversation, told me that he and his wife were having a baby … their second.
I can’t help but wonder if the two-child family is in fact the biggest cult in the world. My cult involves waking up at 5 a.m. and doing a few yoga stretches followed by a combination of breathing exercises … a low-impact fix. His errs quite considerably on the higher end of the impact spectrum. There is such a need to join this ‘club’ that consenting adults dive into it without giving a thought to the logistics and the impact on everything and everyone around.
Is the need to procreate so great in some people that they just can’t help themselves, or are they just trying to keep up with the proverbial Jones’s who are the epitome of convention? Don’t forget the Jones’s also have a home that’s too big for them and far too many cars and credit cards. Their wardrobe’s pretty hot though.
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