Adventures in Yoga


“It’s got my pigtail!” I squealed. This was not how I pictured a relaxing afternoon of yoga. My husband smiled and snapped a picture of the goat munching on my hair.

Lately, I’ve been exploring some adventures in yoga. I’ve always loved yoga. From the time I was two years old, I would practice yoga with my mom as she watched Lilias on TV with her long braid stretching for the sky.

Since moving to Georgetown, I’ve found my yoga home in The Studio, which is my weekly respite of peace and tranquility.

But, seeing some unusual yoga offerings pop up, I decided to give them a try.

First, was Castle Yoga. Unusually, someone built a castle in Central Kentucky. Long privately owned, few people have been on the property until recently when under new ownership, they started having events.


For Mother’s Day, I tried their Yoga on the Castle Roof. It was divine. They served mimosas, bellinis and appetizers. The view from the roof was spectacular. The breeze felt wonderful and at 9 a.m. the sun wasn’t too hot in the sky. It felt magical – like being a princess for a day.

Goat yoga, on the other hand, was something else entirely. We entered a corral of yoga mats and goats. I had pictured baby goats, but most of the goats were full size. The instructor strained to talk over the braying of the goats. A thunderstorm whipped up in the background. It was truly a practice of being calm in the midst of a storm.

It was hard to keep from laughing as goats hopped from back to back. They would randomly poop and a woman would come by and sweep it up. It was a little painful. At one point, I had 3 goats trying to climb my back. I was like “Ah, hell no.”


I will admit my worries ceased to exist, there was simply too much going on to have time to worry. “Where is that goat and what is he doing now?” I would think as I tried to close my eyes in savasana.

Afterwards, I laughed and laughed and cuddle a baby goat. It was kind of entertaining, but I don’t know if I would do it again.

I think I’ll stick to my practice of tranquility and leave the goats to the barnyard.






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