Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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Labels: buddhism, meditation, yoga
Sunday, May 15, 2011
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Sunday, January 24, 2010
You know how sometimes, life lets you in on a little joke and everything at that moment seems light and right? Something inside you chuckles and the yumminess of that moment stays for a little bit?
I had such a lovely little moment in a yoga class this past week. We were a small, strong and familiar group; so we had some room to play. The challenge was put to us: think for a moment of the balancing asana (pose) you dislike most, then take your time in practicing it.
As a rule, I don't dislike any pose or technique. Isn't it true, once we think about it, that "dislike" is often what we label our feelings about something that takes us out of our comfy little headspace? And so it was decided that I would practice ardha chandrasana (balancing half-moon); not because I dislike it, but because the thought of it makes me squirm.
It is an act (yes, an act: because the beauty of it, for me, lies in the process of getting there, not in the final destination) of movement within stillness, a grounding through the feet tempered by a certain vulnerability at the open heart. Well, that sounds beautiful, but to watch me do it is often to witness a comedy of tragic clumsiness.
Left leg lunges forward. Liftoff from the back leg. Unwind sloooowly... reach.... expand... open... open....and cue dying Pac-man music. My standing foot turns in and, in trying to correct it, I set off a physiological chain of events very similar to an earthquake rising up from my one foot balanced (barely) on the floor. The opening up is too much, too vulnerable. My upper hand swoops down to catch me. One more go and...well, it's passable. Blah. Fine. Right side.
And here we go. Lunge. Liftoff. Unwind.... reach.... and there, locating a focal point right through the front windows of the studio, my eyes rest on a sign in the storefront window across the street:
Labels: half-moon, stability, vulnerability, yoga
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Yoga teachers are interesting paradoxes. While we're busy reassuring others of the perfect, eternal, undefinable Spirit within (and really, truly believing it); our own lives are often wrought with self-denial, self-hate, putting others before ourselves, posturing and a yen for outside validation. If you're looking for a yoga teacher who is a living, breathing incarnation of unconditional self-love and acceptance; you will most likely find eventual disappointment. If you are seeking a partner on your path, someone who every now and then speaks to your own Divine inner teacher, and someone who can use their human-ness to create a framework for self-reflection, you'll find those in abundance.
Okay, let's cut through the pontificating (awesome word, BTW). It comes as no surprise to anyone that I (if we must put a formal name to it) deal with depression. What is surprising is that I'm calling it by name and just putting it out there. After I'm done advocating self-love (not that kind of self-love, people) and reverence toward your divine self for roughly 75-minute windows, I'm whipping myself. This is what goes on in my head:
"You should be a better mother."
"You don't deserve S. (my husband)"
"The front lawn looks crazy. Why aren't you working on that?"
"You should be making more money."
"You should be thinner."
"You shouldn't be eating meat."
"You should be yogi-er."
That kind of bullshit.
It's this kind of self-talk, borne of all the usual childhood abuses and genetic predispositions, that lies at the heart of episodes of epic self-hate and the potential dissolution of my marriage. My discontent with self has the unfortunate side-effect of resentment and condescension toward others; what I've tried to position as a sort of tough love or above-it-all-ness. I've set my own personal standards so impossibly high, it's unlikely anyone could meet them.
Patanjali wrote that this world, this life, exists solely to recognize and manifest our Divinity. Without this frame of reference, we cannot separate the real from the unreal, the fleeting and the eternal. I have my work cut out for me.
I'll be back to read this in another year, I'm sure, with equal parts sympathy and not a little embarrassment. What I'm really trying to do here is quit denying myself. I don't deserve a prize for it, but neither should I constantly second-guess myself.
My husband and I have decided to see a therapist. I write this with a mixture of relief and a bit of a chuckle. We're gonna do it. We're going to hop on that wagon and be that suburban couple in therapy. I can begin sentences with, "My therapist said...," or "I learned in therapy...". For God's sake, I hope it helps. I don't really think it could make things worse. I can see the light! In fact, I see it quite often. I would just like to park my ever-lovin' soul there for good. Or at least long-term.
When S. made the appointment, he was asked, "Is there any physical abuse in the relationship?" He said no.
"That's a good start, then," the good doctor replied. "We can put you both in the same room. We have couples who come in here and, at some point, the wife gets up and whacks her husband upside his head. So at least we don't have that to deal with."
This is true.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Chewed the bone down too low
Got fed on tea and sympathy
Blew the sail like the wind
I wish you were my enemy
I was humble for you
What a fool I've been to have
Laid so low
for so long
Into that void of silence
Where we cry without sound
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down
Where my father's violence
Sent my soul underground
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down
Drew the blade way too slow
Was shackled by your honesty
Made a mess, I
guess I
should have known
That life was lust and liberty
Not a chance mutation
or the last temptation
Laid so low
for so long
so low
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Easygoing, relaxed, slow-paced. Agreed! | |
Affectionate and loving. Not always outwardly so, but...yeah. | |
Forgiving, compassionate, nonjudgmental nature Stable and reliable; faithful. Yup. | |
Physically strong and with a sturdy, heavier build. Mmmm....yeah.... | |
Have the most energy of all constitutions, but it is steady and enduring, not explosive. Steady, that's me. | |
Slow moving and graceful. I'll need an outside opinion on this one, but it seems right... | |
Slow speech, reflecting a deliberate thought process. Yup. | |
Slower to learn, but never forgets; outstanding long-term memory. So true! | |
Soft hair and skin; tendency to have large "soft" eyes and a low, soft voice. Maybe one trait I don't manifest... | |
Tend toward being overweight; may also suffer from sluggish digestion. Well, I sure don't run because I like it. | |
Prone to heavy, oppressive depressions. Unfortunately so, but much more balanced since practicing yoga. | |
More self-sufficient, need less outward stimulation than do the other types A mild, gentle, and essentially undemanding approach to life. True that. | |
Sexually Kaphas are the slowest to be aroused, but they also have the most endurance. Um, wait...what? (*blush*) | |
Excellent health, strong resistance to disease. Pretty much. | |
Slow to anger; strive to maintain harmony and peace in their surroundings. Yessiree. | |
Not easily upset and can be a point of stability for others. So I've been told. | |
Tend to be possessive and hold on to things, people, money; good savers. Don't like cold, damp weather. Make that another trait I don't exhibit - I'm not possessive, not a great saver, and love, love, love rainy weather. | |
Physical problems include colds and congestion, sinus headaches, respiratory problems including asthma and wheezing, hay fever, allergies, and atherosclerosis (hardening of the arteries). Uh, I swear this is the last donut. :) |