You read correctly. When I happened to stumble upon the concept of goat yoga on Facebook, they had me at "goat". There I was, passing the time while I waited for an email when it came up in my feed and I suddenly heard angels sing. For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of goats and being a goat owner, but I have always found myself in a residential neighborhood. Shane and I have talked for years about our desire to have a small farm and little goats running around with the roots. We have spent many hours just talking about goats and pigs and a milk cow. There have been times that we have drawn out how and where we would put a garden in relation to goats, chickens, and the breakfast nook with floor to ceiling windows and a creaky screen door that would allow us to see all of these things we dream of while we have breakfast together on the weekends. It's ok that we don't have everything right now because if we did, what would we look forward to and dream about, right? And besides, until we can have the objects of our affection, there is always Goat Yoga Nashville. Right in the heart of Brentwood, TN, is a majestic little farm where you literally go to get your Zen on and your goat fix all at the same time. For a moment, I thought "this is too good to be true", there is no possible way that they are in the business of bringing relaxation and balance to your life, while fancy little multi-colored goats balance on your back. Ok, fine, maybe there is, but I was going to have to go see for myself, and who better to recruit to go with me, but my best sidekick on the planet for what may be a harebrained idea. We have a history you see, of doing things that make no sense, or even the most sensible of things that just aren't everyone's cup of tea. Enter Marbo. By the time Friday rolled around, I was convinced that my downward facing dog and a herd of pygmy goats were a match made in heaven. At least a heaven that exists in my mind, and the now convinced mind of my partner in crime. Off we go. After an hour and a half of listening to my gps, we arrive at destination dream come true and I can tell that we are about to embark on some serious fun because at the end of the driveway was a chalkboard sign that read "Goat Yoga" with balloons attached. I immediately get all fluttery inside and quickly get my things out of the vehicle, sign the waiver, flash my printed off ticket and away we go into the yoga area where the magic happens. It appeared as though it may have at one time been a horse arena, but I may be wrong. It was a fenced in circular space where everyone began to spread out their yoga mats and get settled in for the next hour. The yoga instructor started the class off by introducing herself as well as the owners of the farm who for this class were going to be in charge of taking care of the goats and their interaction with everyone in the arena. I'll be honest with you. I didn't hear a damn thing she said because I was so ready to experience one on one goat cuddles. After the introduction and instructions on what to do in case of a close encounter of the poop kind, it was time to begin. When I tell you that this was absolutely the most joy I've felt in a month of Sunday's, believe me. The yoga instructor turned on some bluegrass music heavy with banjo, and when these little jumping, happy, goat noise making, balls of happiness heard the sound of their theme song, they came running/hopping down the hill from the happiness holding area and into the arena. It was really a tough call as to who I would tackle first to get to any and all of the goats. Lucky for me, the owners had a fresh clipping of greenery at the head of every yoga mat making it inevitable, I was going to be a goat cuddling fool in seconds. You guys. If you are looking to really experience the relaxation of yoga, you may want to make sure I'm not going to be there. When I get excited or nervous, I have a VERY hard time containing my excitement and I quickly fall victim to what I refer to as verbal diarrhea. My sidekick can attest to the fact that it matters not if we are at goat yoga, or a pending funeral visitation, I turn into a complete mumbling lunatic whose nonsensical rhetoric can only be remedied by a stiff cocktail or a blow dart to the carotid. All things considered, I think my sidekick can attest to the fact that not one single time did I ramble incoherently or use profanity (at least not that anyone else could hear). I did baby talk to the goats and asked them about their morning and what they had for breakfast, but hey, I was excited and they were wearing collars and bow ties so I assumed that treating them like the big boys and girls they are was 100% acceptable. As yoga progressed and poses were accomplished, the goats trotted around and interacted with everyone and it appeared that was fun was had by all in attendance. Once yoga had ended and everyone was recovering from the intense morning heat, the yoga instructor delivered some inspirational words to take home, and we rolled up our yoga mats and headed back home. It was so much fun and despite the aforementioned heat and the fact that I realized just how much more yoga my body needs, it was a complete blast. Thanks Mary for coming along on another adventure with me, and for always being game no matter how crazy it may seem. I suggest everyone take a trip to Goat Yoga Nashville. You won't be sorry.