The Silent Walk

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The Silent Walk

We work in a world that is not tangible to most. It is a world that makes those who come in contact with it question themselves and the world around them. Things come clear that we cannot see with the busy eye. It is a world completely undiscovered by those who have not ventured into the wild. The wild of themselves. It is not a biodegradable chemical that a chemist can create in a lab and touch on gross level. It is not the counseling you receive from the average college graduate in psychology.

It is the deep psychology of the part of you that is fearful of yourself.
It is the psychology of the ecosystem of your body, reflected in nature.
It is a woman, who has been raped, and faces her demons in the dark of the night and returns victorious sobbing with tears of power.
It is a boy who has deep wounds from his mother who returns a man.
It is a child who has never been seen, be seen.
It is an addict who see’s the sunrise sober for the first time in 10 years, and is changed forever.
It is these wounds that are healed one by one that make this world a better place as a one being, connected.

Remember that, the greatest people in history have been the ones who were made a joke when they spoke about their outrageous ideas that nobody could see. It is the visionaries that have the boldness to set forth a path that is not yet accepted or seen by others. Galileo was ridiculed for years about his geocentric model, for saying we rotated around the sun. George Mendel was ignored for decades about his discovery of genetic inheritance. Scientists now try to change humans by manipulating these very genes before we are even born.

This is not a traditional education, this is an experiential education. Imagine, how absurd fire must have seemed to the humans paving the way for us and our microwaves. Know, how absurd it seems to jump and sing and give thanks for the harvest in this modern American society, and also know that all over the world there is still singing and dancing in celebration of food, seeds, and soil that nourishes their soul and gives them life. They are giving thanks to the silent symphony always singing, they give the symphony a human voice. We give the symphony a human voice.

Our work is not well known, it is not admirable to many, and it is not for those who like the spotlight. Those lucky enough to receive the teachings of the plants, the sun, our ancestors, the unseen force of love and healing, it is a blessing and an obligation to fulfill, in my opinion.

Keep singing, sing loud, for your voice is indeed carried on through time, through valleys, through the creeks and rivers. You are the symphony being conducted by the great mother, father sky, and the wind of the spirits all around you.

Be strong, be truthful to yourself in this beckoning call. “It can be a very lonely path”, a teacher once said said to me, “it is a path of service.”

Hari Om Tat Sat 

Cori

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Spandex, flexibility, and Instagram. A lesson learned as a Yoga teacher.

I hit a wall of frustration yesterday with the uber-flexible spandex trend on Instagram and Facebook. The trend of photographing yourself in an advanced posture, whether that’s a padmasana handstand, or legs behind the head. What has happened to Yoga? What about the meditation? The kriya’s? The mantras? All of these parts of practice that transform people in a way that isn’t attractive or sexual or amazing looking? What message are we giving as yogi’s if all we do is post images of ourselves accomplishing something that most other’s can’t, and anatomically may never be able to?

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I also hit a huge place of clarity in the “I” of it. I am actually frustrated with myself for creating an image that has become “me.”

I sat this morning, feeling my belly, full of way worse food than I would normally eat in a time of consistent practice. I felt my inability to do postures I have been able to do in the past when I was more fit, more skinny. I felt my self-critic come into the room and say, “Well, you can’t even post a photo of you doing Kurmasana because your belly fat will be hanging over your pants.” “Maybe you can just do one of a kriya..?” The truth was, I was too full and disgusted with myself to even do my kriya’s (internal cleanses which involve intense abdominal movement).

I realized pretty quickly that my anger had little to do with the rest of the yogi’s in the world, and more towards myself for creating an image in the first place. I am completely guilty of using my most difficult postures as a showcase of who “I am”, and I am now suffering from operating out of this image that I had created about being flexible and strong.

The reality of yoga is this: it is a journey that will rock your world if you stick with it, because there comes a point where you will have to practice on a deeper level than asana’s. Yoga is an ebb and flow process that will take you to the deepest and darkest parts of yourself and make you face them, like me today. My practice has lead me to a place right now of deep inner contemplation, what is my image, and why did I create this? Why am I not respecting my body and what I put into it?

I had created an image of myself that I cannot always maintain, and such is life. As much as I would love to sit here and say I am diligent about my practice every single day, and my photos are a means to inspire myself and others… this is simply not realistic for myself and most people who now come to Yoga. Can it be realistic? Sure. Is it what we want to be spraying out there consistently as Yoga? Probably not.

As one of my mentors says, “it’s all part of the ceremony.” This is true, and I am grateful for the reflection and contemplation this has given me.

Now let me switch from me, to us as a community.

With all of that said, as teachers and leaders in a multi-billion dollar industry growing very quickly, it is our responsibility to create a practice (whatever lineage that is from) that is not an image of our body for others to aspire to be, but rather a way to attain peace within ourselves, as we are along our journey. The practice inherently contains the discipline of eating well, treating your body as a holy vessel, exercising, and breathing. If all of the other parts of the practice are encouraged, people will find good health and inspiration without the need to feel like they  “can’t do” Yoga because of some of the images they think are Yoga.

I can’t tell you how many times I have somebody come up to me and say, “I can’t do Yoga, I’m not flexible.” And I have to then say, “Perfect! really flexible people are pretty boring to teach anyways, they can already do all of the asana’s. You came to exactly the right place.” Hatha Yoga is meant to be the first step in all of the Yoga’s. It is meant to be the starting place to clean, cleanse, and purify the body. Let’s keep that in mind. Most people come to this practice not flexible, not in super great shape, and not able to do a handstand, and that is beautiful and OK.

I think we need to ask ourselves really honestly how much of our Yoga magazine cover’s, Instagram photo’s, and videos of us in intermediate/advanced asana’s creates this image around Yoga.

When I travel to India to teach or practice, the people on the street ask me what my Yoga mat is. That is how extreme we have taken this small part of the practice here in the west compared to the mother land of Yoga.

I humbly offer this set of questions to inquire into before we post our next pretzel photo/lotus handstand:

    1.What is my true intention for posting this photo? 

    2. In the past when I have posted photo’s like this one, how do I receive the reaction and comments? 

    3. Do I get my self-love from others seeing the physical part of me? 

A rule that I have set for myself is to wait a couple of hours before posting a photo, so that I can get out of the excitement of it and really see the truth behind it. Maybe that is a good place to start?

Lastly, as someone who teaches about the human body and has studied bones extensively, I feel obligated to also put out there that Yoga asana’s stem from 12 year old boys studying under teachers from the time they are children. Their bones were literally being formed while learning asanas that we do today, just as gymnasts are (I was a gymnast). Your unique and beautiful manifestation of your body is completely unique from those 12 year old Indian boys or that woman who can easily float into padmasana while doing a headstand.

Take this all with a grain of salt, as I am sure you will. I am also on the ride with you as a teacher and student of how Yoga evolves in the west. All I ask, is that we all practice reflection, contemplation, and compassion as we move forward. Not judgement.

 

Hari Om Tat Sat

You are that.