Yoga in Neverland

Podcast junkie that I am, I was listening to some recent episodes of To The Best Of Our Knowledge while working at the studio when I stumbled across one called “The Uses of Enchantment.” It featured stories by Neil Gaiman, Salman Rushdie and one about fairies of all things. It was more entertaining than thought provoking but in this current time of struggle and ongoing winter I found the levity of the hour refreshing. The controversy in Madison is felt very strongly here in my tiny town that combined with the rollercoaster of weather that is late winter/early spring in Wisconsin there does seem to be an air of discontent afoot. We all seem to be just trudging along waiting for something to give, before a morning class students discussed the protest at the Capitol and the winter pledge drive for Public Radio, which just saw its funding slashed by budget cuts and we all seemed a little exhausted. So after class when one of the students said how glad she was for yoga because she was struggling to find some peace in all of this turmoil I was overcome with gratitude. Peace of mind is one of the biggest reasons people come to the mat and as thankful I was that she had found some I was also thankful for another thing that happened in class today; we fell on our faces. We fell on our faces and we laughed.

It wasn’t any special class but I found myself moved to bring lightness to my teaching which I try to do especially when practicing arm balances. We were working on Parsva Bakasana, side crow, in which you sort of scrunch down into a little ball, turn to the side and then balance on your hands, for most beginners (and even myself) you don’t wind up to far off the mat so as I was demonstrating I felt my balance falter and all to willingly tipped forward and let my forehead hit the floor, “and then you fall on your face and laugh.” And we did, and it’s one of those things that happen in a yoga class that when you are all working on something challenging together your efforts are shared, supported and celebrated. A brief up draft in a time of heaviness.

That evening back at the studio as I cut and pasted paper print outs onto pieces of cardboard, listening to stories of fairy worlds, forgotten deities and even Neverland I felt childlike for a moment. It was like being 8 years old working on a school art project and just knowing the teacher was going to love my creation. When in reality I’m a pretty fully formed adult and hoping my DIY signage doesn’t actually look like an 8 year old made it. But that's just one of the lessons yoga has taught me, that even though the outcome is important the effort is the yoga and the effort should be joyous. Yoga can be a very sacred practice and it can offer profound peace, but it doesn’t have to be solemn. It can also teach us how sacred laughter is and reminds us that when you look at the world through the eyes of a child there are countless things to smile at.

We All Deserve Teachers

I’ve been thinking about the protest happening in Madison over Unions and teachers and how amazing it is and how it’s the perfect demonstration of Community. Community is very important to me, I grew up with the “it takes a village…” mindset. Teachers are such an important part of any village, teachers of any kind; school teachers, the elders, those who lead by example. It’s this idea that got me to thinking about yoga.

There are great spiritual leaders off in the mountains living in solitude, meditating for 20 hours a day, living on the scarce resources the Himalayas have to offer. And right now all I can think is, why? I say this knowing that there are people who will be enraged and offended by this so let me just say I appreciate the integrity of these masters, I just don’t understand. When there is so much turmoil in the world I wish some of the great yogis would come down from the mountain and go meditate in the street. How amazing would it be if a mob of yogis took to the streets and meditated for peace and understanding. Live by example but live in the Community where your actions can be seen and make an impression on those who may need it.

I teach yoga, and at times I feel utterly unworthy of doing this. There are times when I feel like a total sham, standing in front of my students and asking them to have compassion and to take care of themselves, when sometimes I can’t even muster the motivation to take my vitamins. Times like this I want to run to the hills and cast off all “worldly” things. But who would be left to unlock the studio when someone wants to practice yoga? So I stay and not because I think I’m the only person who can teach yoga in town or because I have enlightenment to share but because I love my Community and I think showing up is important. And as long as there are people who want a yoga teacher and are comfortable practicing with a teacher who’s still on her own journey, who could use a teacher herself, who falters more often than she likes and has just a dash of a southern accent than I’ll show up.

What is Believing Anyway?

I have the word “believe” pasted on a collage in my yoga room at home, currently it’s situated on so that with every lift and swan dive I see that piece of art and the word ‘believe’ swimming in a sea of yellow. For the past few weeks believing has been my theme, I was in the midst of a great awareness and peace, and keenly attuned to just how many things were possible for my life. And then I got knocked off my game, I lost my peace and my sense of possibility. It was a low that took my breath away; as deep and dark as my previous weeks had been light and high. So what does a yogi do, practice. Sure my body was in pain and my brain was ticking like a metronome on speed but this is the work, this is the practice. So to the mat I went. I stood in front of that collage of all the things I hoped to manifest into my life and looked for something to dedicate my practice to. In this collage there are words like “keep is simple” “meditative state” “blessed be” and of course “believe.” I stared a that word for a few moments almost feeling betrayed by it, I felt the heat of anger stirring in my abdomen, like it was the believing that lifted me up only to drop me back to earth with vengeance. But ‘believe’ is only a word, so I closed my eyes, took a few deep breathes and began my practice with the simple breath mantra: “accept, surrender.” With every inhale I accepted where I am and the responsibility I have for where I am and with every exhale I surrendered to where I am and let go of the struggle to move forward.

So the yoga ended and sat for a few moments sealing my practice with a little meditation and what I felt was fear. I checked in with fear, which I will say is a very scary thing, to go into that fear to revel in it in hopes of understanding why it’s there. I took an inhale and accepted my fear, I took an exhale and surrendered and let the tears come forth. I had realized that it was fear that was keeping me from believing, fear keeping me from jumping off the cliff and believing I can fly. And for a moment I felt lifted, no I didn’t immediately fall back in to that blissful state of existence I’d been in weeks earlier, but this is the work, this is the practice. Every moment builds on the next, every time we touch on something good it gets a little easier to find out way back there. Just like in our physical practice, we work on arm balances and inversions even if we think they are beyond our reach. We practice, we accept that our feet or still on the ground and we surrender the effort we are making to lift off. I have had quite a few students come to the mat for the first time (or first few months even) with fear and over time I watch that fear transform into believing in their selves and their practices. And on really good days I see their first flight.

Yoga Cravings

Some people have will power; I am not one of these people. If there is a tin of Christmas cookies on the counter, I will grab one every time I pass it, chips and salsa hardly make it past a day and oddly enough if there is cereal in the house I’ll eat it for nearly every snack and meal except dinner. I’ve just never been good at moderation, at the very least with food! Which is actually something I struggle with as part of a yogic path, being able to control my cravings and impulses. However lately there’s been one thing that I’ve been craving and happily surrendering to those cravings: asana! I am absolutely loving being on my mat lately. Throughout the day I will start to feel that familiar urge, but what is unfamiliar is that it’s not in my stomach, not a little beeping telegraph to snack on the yummy things in the fridge. It’s a different urge, one that I feel in my legs, my shoulders and chest, the same pull as a food craving but a much happier one. There’s almost a sense of satisfaction that accompanies the craving, and I attribute this to the tumultuous year I just had when getting on the mat felt like a chore I had to carry out if only to point out how hard the task was because I had neglected it for so long. So now that my body is wanting yoga there’s already a sense of accomplishment which I think makes it even easier to get on the mat and practice. And what practices are being had, no classes on cd or dvd, no yoga podcast, just me maybe some good tunes and whatever posture my body whispers a hankering for.

For me these “multi practices” have been very slow and introspective, some lasting only 20 minutes but they have all lead to 2 things: 1. New developments in my physical practice and 2. Really amazing meditations. My body is starting to do things I never thought it was capable of, things like a full pigeon or getting my right shoulder open enough to grasp my fingers behind my back in cow face pose. I’m so thankful for the extra range of motion and also for the awareness to notice more subtle changes to my practice; like the extra fraction of an inch lower in Hanuman (the splits) or just a hair deeper into a twist. As for the meditations, well that gratitude carries right over into the meditation; waves of gratitude seem to wash over me whenever I close my eyes and draw my awareness inward.

I have no idea why in the past week y practice has seemed to lift off, but the theory I’m going with is that since I’ve taken the “should” (as in, ‘I really should do yoga today’) out of practice and now am simply obeying the yoga urge that basically the pressure is off. I’m not looking for an outcome (as in ‘I should be able to do full pigeon by now!’) or looking to asana as a remedy for the funk I was in last year. I’ve just accepted my yoga as a real and substantial part of my daily life and am honoring it. So I choose to believe that by honoring my practice, my practice is rewarding me by sending up more urges and encouraging me to go deeper with each surrender. So I’ll probably never get and grip on my cravings and indulgences but the way I feel it, if I’m gonna go down I’m gonna go down dog in yogic style!

Squeakign Along

You know what’s awesome? Being a yoga teacher. You know what’s even more awesome? Being a yoga teacher who teaches students so cool that they come to practice even when you don’t have a voice.

I just returned from a trip to Europe where among all the really cool things I saw and did, I also picked up a retched cold in Paris which has rendered me voiceless. All I can manage is a few rumbling squeaks between breathy sounds trying to form actual words. It’s really kind of funny, but less funny when you have a yoga class to teach. But selfishly or selflessly I could not keep myself from my studio for one more day, so I went to teach laryngitis be damned! And you know what, it was awesome! Students came happy to see me back in the studio and when my squeaky little voice came out not one asked how we were going to do class with a mute teacher.

The class itself was nothing special as far as the structure and the instructions, but what was really special was watching my students do their own yoga. Because I couldn’t talk through a sequence I gave them a few asanas with options for variations and kriyas and encouraged them to do what they felt worked most for their body. Then I shut up, I watched, walked around, made a few adjustments or suggestions and you know what it was…Awesome. I’ve been teaching full time in town for about a year, a few have been my students since the beginning, more started coming when I opened the new studio so I’ve been teaching and observing these students for a while now. It was such a fulfilling moment to see them own their own practice, to see the flow, the experimentation and the concentration.

People come to yoga for many different reason and when they start there is almost always some hesitation or self-consciousness about their bodies, or lack of yoga “skills.” It’s great to see those people make the decision to make yoga a part of their life and commit to it, to see the growth they achieve and the confidence they gain. Before I started my squeaky yoga class I said to my students “you know what to do.” And they do, and they did and I got to be the proud witness.