Canadian Yogic Meditation part 1

I was out there in the  white  canadian tundra  (my drive-way), practicing  the ancestral technique  of  Canadian Yoga  known  in  None-sens-scipt as IHAVETOSHOVELLALLTHAT FUCKINGSNA, when doing some  breathing  exercises ( catching my breath) I reached  the  point of self -awareness called '' THATFUCKINGSNAWILLKILLYA''. My anthropologically trained mind  wanders  in some  comparative cultural observations; more precisely on the  concept  of '' Snow  Blowing ''.

In Canada, Snow  Blowing  is a winter sport of  Olympic proportions;  which mostly consist of taking the snow out of  your  drive-way and  throwing  it on your neighbor's property. For that, you need first to be dressed in a astronaut type outfit.  Then the rich guys used a snow blower  (you need to be rich to assume the maintenance of those always breaking devises ) .  And so, you go out practice the art!

Somewhere else ... let say Vegas, Snow blowing is another totally different game; this one of  endemic proportions. First, it's an all year around indoor game practiced mainly in hotel rooms and disco wash rooms. Practicing the art you be soon on the Dharma from riches to absolute poverty. The tool of the art are a razor blades, a rolled benny (Ben Franklin; $100) an a flat reflective surface to see your face with progressing in the art . This is could be done solo but for the more lucky, It is often a team sport practiced with some naked Silicon Valley team mates.

 So here, I terminate my meditation by an appropriate prayer call  HOPETHERESOMEMOR'HOT COFFA.