I learned that when I lived 6 months in an Ashram, they called it Karma Yoga. What it usually meant in practice was easy task, wrong tools. Like clearing the en

I learned that when I lived 6 months in an Ashram, they called it Karma Yoga. What it usually meant in practice was easy task, wrong tools. Like clearing the entire area around the building from solid ice using a shovel, or cleaning a thousand small potatoes with a tiny brush. The kind of tasks it's very difficult to feel anything like passion for. But it's still perfectly possible to enjoy doing a good job, even without expecting anything in return.