This morning, a young woman practiced next to me. She looked cool, she wore army print yoga pants, she had some large tattoos and her practice was strong and advanced. But there was something different about her. I could smell cigarette smoke on her. But since my BF is a smoker, I guessed maybe she lived in a house where people smoke and the smell got in her clothes or in her hair. I just could not imagine someone so deep in the Ashtanga practice being a smoker. I was wrong.
The teacher sat next to her. I could hear them talking.
'May I do you a suggestion?' He asked.
'Yes,' she answered.
They talked a bit about her addiction. About how she wanted to stop for some time now.
'Smoking is not the problem,' the teacher said. 'Smoking unconsciously is.'
This sentence hit me.
After the yoga practice, I rushed home and woke up my BF.
'Smoking is not the problem,' I said to him. 'Smoking unconsciously is.'
He looked at me as if I'd gone mad.
'The next ten cigarettes you are going to smoke, you are going to smoke them consciously. You won't look at your phone while your doing it, you're not making a phone call, you are not drinking coffee, you can only smoke. You will inhale and exhale the smoke very deeply.
You are going to taste the bad flavor at its maximum. You will feel the smoke in your lungs. I think you'll quit after the second cigarette.'
He turned around and fell back asleep.
I took this picture at Zanzibar