What does yoga mean to me?

I came across an article in the NYT that showed a side of yoga I don't really know. I mean, it's not that hard for me to see that this side would be out there, that it would exist, but I guess it's just not on my radar. It makes sense that anything people enjoy could also become a source for business and enterprise, but it's just not what yoga means to me.

The article opens saying "There is so much going on in John Friend’s life right now that an assistant once teased him about waking just before dawn and calling to ask for coffee, only to be reminded that he, Friend, was in Quito, Munich or Seoul, while the assistant was back at home base in the Woodlands, a cushy suburb north of Houston."

That's funny. Too busy, too crazy, scattered. The exact opposite of what yoga is supposed to be. To me.

I do yoga in any old comfortable clothes, in my house, with a DVD, while my kids plays around me. It brings me peace. It gets my blood flowing. It cleanses me, centers me, balances me. I need this. Alot.

I don't get the expensive classes, retreats and gear. Yoga is almost like brushing my teeth, but more special. Maybe it's like a religion, too. People go on religious retreats, I guess. But, for me, it's just a part of my day I really love that I need to use to keep me on track, mentally, physically and spiritually.