On my way home, I coincidentally flipped through the Washington Post and stumbled onto the chilling and heartbreaking details of the Lululemon murder in Bethesda. I must admit I was shocked and disturbed that a fellow yogi and woman of color was the culprit of such a senseless and oxymoronic crime. Were yoga pants and cash worth someone’s life? Is this the morbid byproduct of commercializing an ancient spiritual practice?
Other friends in the yoga community circulated speculation about what would possess someone to go through such extremes for personal gain. What disturbed me more was the fact that someone heard the victim’s cry for help. Someone heard her plea, “God Help Me”, but no one acted and no one spoke up.
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