Contrary to what one might think, growing old in NYC doesn’t have to suck, even when you reach 101 years old. Elizabeth Goodyear is visited daily by volunteers who have long since become friends, donating their time reading books aloud and getting some juicy stories in return. It’s incredibly generous for these kind souls to spend some time with Ms. Goodyear, who is blind and can no longer leave her apt. To be frank, though, since many of her visitors are yoga instructors, we’re kind of curious as to why there’s no mention of doing any actual yoga (besides the obvious practice of karma yoga, which is not what we’re talking about here). Even though she’s quite well into her years, surely we know that yoga can be adapted to anybody. And we know from experience how yogis just can’t resist an opportunity to speak the word. So we wonder if yoga is indeed involved and just not mentioned? Is she simply not interested? Actually, for a woman of her longevity, who has a fridge stocked with champagne and dark chocolate, we can’t really blame her if doing yoga is far from the top of list of favorite pasttimes. C’est la vie.
On another note, the fact that it’s primarily yoga teachers doesn’t make us feel too confident in the rest of the population – aren’t there any other decenty types milling around nyc willing to spend an hour reading old english novels and listening to debaucherous tales of drinks with George Balanchine? But then we realized the person who initially started the whole thing was none other than yogi Alison West, owner of Yoga Union, a studio created for helping people with spinal conditions.
With all of this yoga-ness we doubt the instructors checked their chakras at the door. We’re just wondering why it was completely omitted from the story.