I see the popular hashtag #yogaeverydamnday that always accompanies a twenty-year-old stick insect doing some amazing Crow/Cobra hybrid on a beach somewhere. Yoga every damn day? If I get Yoga one damn time between trainings the last few months, I'm doing great.
You are duality in walking expression, and the addition of your practice to your life balances you; it completes you and creates a place of unity. The practice of Yoga is tightly wound with duality as we are working with the subtle nature of Ha and Tha, or sun and moon.
The pain that might have been associated with the situation dissipates because I tap into my higher self through my word. Everyone has a word that resonates with him or her. Words are art, and just like Bob Dylan so eloquently stated, they each inspire.
Instead of letting it all (me!) flow, I was controlled. And how I needed that control. Coming back to Drishti while swimming around in Dharma to learn the balance of flow and ebb tides, about yin and yang.
I do yoga, I teach yoga, I love yoga. It’s more or less my life, but sometimes I just wanna smoke and listen to black metal. The love and light people are offering tons of energy and inspiration but I was offering something for people to relate to.
My worldview has changed in the sense that my accomplishments -- my hopes, my interests -- these all exist for me. The way I see it, I have no choice but to be spectacular now, to achieve everything I've ever wanted to achieve, and to live for Me.
The words bubbling up from deep within, rising above the fear blockade in my throat, were neither conversational or conventional. The language was foreign, the meaning unreachable. What was it -- this new, strange, mysterious sound current emanating from me? Mantra.
How do I deal with the fact that I still have -- and always will have -- an enormous capacity for improvement? What do I make of the fact that I need to eat, shit, and sleep, not activities that deities are renowned for?
I used to think Yoga was a great sport. Over time, I came to understand it is much more. In the Yoga Sutras, it says Yoga should be 'steady and comfortable'. If you look at some of our Yoga today, it doesn't look steady, and it certainly doesn't look comfortable. It almost makes me want to send letters of apology to my early students.
When you look at the actual processes involved, the relaxation and the heightening of awareness of the present, hypnotism and relaxation start to seem very similar. Is it possible that millions of yoga students around the world are being hypnotized and given suggestions at the end of every class?
Our space in any class is defined by the mat we lay out on the floor, but our spirit radiates outward. Our physical space rarely intersects, but there are many shaded areas where the energy emerges. Your progress and personal performance is nurtured by the energy, soothed by it, even seduced into going further or deeper.
In walked 15 prisoners, all military veterans, men of all different ages and races. Imagine that all of these men at one time selflessly served our country as members of the military. How can we reconcile that they've ended up here?
I’m tired of unexplored sacred places. I’m tired of watching pregnant moments miscarry. I’m tired of avoiding holy recognition, of not rejoicing in the beauty of your soul. I’m tired of my mat. Can we overlap? For a moment? All of us?
"Wisdom is the fruit of a free, mobile intelligence. To me true, or deep, wisdom is the result of the intelligence of mind integrating in the intelligence of consciousness, generating wisdom. In yoga posture praxis this is invited by way of the intelligence of the body."
Laughter is something we all need to survive and to thrive. It’s how we lighten up and connect to each other. Without it, we can become hard, bogged down and, Goddess forbid, overly serious and grave, the path to the dark side indeed.
We discovered each other many years ago in New York City at a Bikram class on Eighth Avenue. It was a freezing February evening and as I walked into the studio feeling the heat on my face...I knew I found a new friend.
If you are on the pulse, you most likely do some Yoga, recycle, watch your carbon footprint and spend quite a bit of time pressing the Like button on a whole bunch of environmentally and socially aware Facebook pages. Perhaps you've signed numerous petitions and donated funds to enable others to stand at the front lines. But you may be asking yourself, "What else can I do? And will it really make a difference?"
By Abby Rosmarin.
“Om, shanti, shanti.”
“May all beings exist without pain.”
“May you have only good and noble thoughts.”
We have all heard some variation of this at the end of a Yoga practice. A call for peace. A call to end suffering. A call to have a good, clean mind.
And it’s a call that I could never pick up and respond to.
It’s easy to feel like Yoga is an exclusive club with limitless rules and expectations and even easier to feel you somehow do not belong if you can’t do Hanumanasana or fidget during Savasana.
It can feel like if you don’t particularly care for chanting — or if you can’t truly wrap your mind around chakras — then you are not a real Yogi.
Over the years, Yoga has become a huge part of my life. I went from attempting a few sequences I saw on YouTube, to walking into a Yoga class here and there, to having a daily...
Today I am unsteady. Literally, right now, as I write this, I have doubts! But I am aware of how far I've come. So far, this Yoga journey has led me back to a body I understand. I know how to allow myself moments of surrender with self-compassion.
You know that place, the one where you go with all of your questions, the one that lives deep down inside your most cavernous parts. It breathes next to your beating heart, because it’s alive with you.
When I’m standing around at a club or event, water in hand, feeling as uncomfortable as all hell, I notice it. When I’m having sober conversations in a not-so-sober environment and I long to be as drunk as the person I’m talking to, I acknowledge that. I take note of it. I sip my water. I laugh at myself and at my surroundings, and I move on.
I have a total love/hate relationship with social media. I love to share (overshare). I hate that I now take my phone absolutely everywhere. But overall, on the spectrum of attraction to social media, I am much closer to the Like button.
I want to talk to you about your traditions and have you share in mine. So go have a talk with your ancestors, the grandmothers and the grandfathers. And ask the stories that run in your blood to tell you. Because India is not the only place that has teachings on holistic medicine; they exist in all cultures and traditions.
I recently had the dubious pleasure of interacting with certain members of the Yoga community, which only served to drive home the point that the ancient wisdom tradition had been appropriated, annexed and colonized, much like the cultural appropriation of Native American, Asian, African and other indigenous traditions by vendors of low-brow pop culture.
I tried to stop it. The harder I tried, the more the river flowed. My teacher said "take the deepest breath you can find" and my focus was deeply on finding that breath. As I exhaled, my body shook with grief and anger and disappointment and sorrow. I inhaled with all my might, trying to stay grounded on my mat, grounded in my present truth.
“Unburden yourself so much that you can pass from moment, to moment, to moment,” says Amrit Desai, who designed the yoga Mrs. Camino was practicing, a style described as more than a physical discipline, but a process of consciousness liberation, as well.
The more I practice, the more easily I see through the bullshit I have gotten buried in over the years and the more I am able to see myself as a beautiful and radiant soul, even from inside my almost-40 body, irregardless of all these things.
For some of us, it's a big surprise when we realize how physical Enlightenment is. Yet, unconsciously or consciously, don't we discern others' level of awareness by their physical presentation? Don't we judge them by their appearance, actions, words and deeds, all external? Don't we expect our spiritual leaders to practice what they preach, to embody the realizations they claim?
Where does a physiologically-starved society – not to mention the lack of safety and sometimes love, belonging and esteem – actually find the strength for self-actualisation, self-transformation and self-articulation?
We are the creatures who know how to love. Even though this knowledge is covered, it is actually so simple to move that veil by a smile, a salute, a kiss. Sometimes, even only smiling to a complete stranger is enough to lighten the weight of the heart.
I’ve hated you since. I told all my students that yoga and running is the oil and water of fitness. I forced them to pick a side. If a student arrived in running shoes I'd freak out every single time hurl Tibetan bells at them. Once it was my quartz singing bowl; only once, because it smashed and those things are pricey. I felt betrayed.
For most of us, another "challenge" is yet another distraction from what is really going on. A "challenge" can mask what we really feel and keeping the status quo of "pushing through it" and "doing it anyway."
The term ‘yoga’, after all, is generally understood to refer to the yoking, or union, of mind and body. For that union to be meaningful, it seems to me that it must, by necessity, encompass the darker spheres of existence as well as the lighter ones... which means, at times, grief.
The extra-slow granny with the walking aid does not cross the street as slowly as possible only with the purpose of annoying the guy in the fancy sports car. For her, it might already be as fast as possible, and she is doing the best she can.
I mean, how proud can you really be about the fact that you gave up everything at 44, divorced your seemingly adequate life, moved away from your children for nine months and started a new life based on a whim and a prayer?
Yoga is many things to many people. So is sex. For some people, the Yoga class may be a safe haven, a spiritual refuge, or simply a place to relax. For others, it may be more akin to an aerobics class with chanting.
It has taken me a few years, several falls on my face and my ass, a broken toe, a sprained wrist, a torn hamstring and a twisted ankle, but my practice continues to grow into so much more than what I can do with my body.