Paschimottanasana (lol)

Here we go again with the giant word, Paschimottanasana, for simply sitting down and folding forward like I have no bones in my spine.  Yes, I am Gumby.  However, this seventeen-letter word that I cannot pronounce reminds me once again that I am not a native Indian speaker, Sanskrit scholar or linguist.  And that's fine.  I am an English speaking American born and bred woman just reaching for yoga to calm my mind, body and soul.  Like right now when I feel scattered and bitchy because of the ToughLove we have decided to embrace for a family member I love and worry about.  Because the carpenters working at a rental are idiots and my Punch List of Do-Overs is as long as my right arm.  Because the kitchen cabinet company has made the rental renovation a debacle by sending smashed boxes, no boxes, wrong boxes. There are actually books about this very thing.  Not my temporarily chaotic life, but the dilemma of a Westerner partaking of Eastern ways.  Absolutely, you will never find me wrapping my head in a sheet, renaming myself Mudita (Sanskrit for joy) and giving up all my possessions to tuck away in an ashram.  And, I used to joke through all of my hours of yoga training, "I'm not checking my brain at the door."  I believe in Carl Jung, the German psychoanalyst, and his enlightening philosophy on the unconscious so I take his thoughts and words on this East/West yoga topic seriously.  He said, quoting a Chinese saying about yoga for Westerners, "If the wrong man uses the right means, the right means will work in the wrong way."  He asked, how ever could an extroverted, egotistical Westerner who focuses on money, career, titles and cars ever even begin to comprehend a philosophy derived from and nurtured in a culture that is nearly completely introverted, focusing on the inner-life?  Born from a people who are surely dismayed by our obsession with LuLuLemon yoga pants.  In fact he suggested it could be dangerous, disconnecting Westerners even more from their alienated inner selves.  However, it feels good to stretch my aching back in this forward pose even. Holding it for 3 minutes is healing (research supports that).  There's scientific proof (ya gotta love my Western mind) that slow breathing, particularly on the outbreath settles the vagus nerve and therefore my anxious nervous system.  However, there's a bit more to yoga for me.   I seem most drawn to more philosophical than posey teachers who tend to be widely read and spiritual.  Yoga teachers who share wisdom while we move.  Something about that and maybe not simply moving my body and breathing slowly, per se, is what transforms my mind, body and soul and keeps me returning to the mat particularly when I can't get a refund for cabinets I never received.