12/4/18

INSPIRE : EXPIRE : INSPIRE : EXPIRE : INSPIRE : EXPIRE : INSPIRE : EXPIRE : INSPIRE


Belur, South India

"Practice and all is coming," may be the most famous of Pattabhi Jois's sayings. A beacon of encouragement, it calms and reassures regardless of what one's practice may be—life, for that matter. It's all coming, all good, relax, just do your practice. 

Recently an insight struck after seeing an Ashtanga post. Marsha was attempting to bind in Supta Kurmasana after having given birth a few months before. Obviously this pose was an easy one for her pre-pregnancy, but there she was in the video—revealing she was no where near the bind. And then there was the conversation with John before Thanksgiving when we discussed gaining and LOSING poses. (My first experience with gain-loss shock was legs behind the head. Had believed that once you did a pose, that was it forever. Truth can be so rude!) The kicker in this flash was the guy on A. Home Practitioners site who posted a video of his "float" through asking for improvement suggestions.  You're doing fine—practice and all is coming.

But the saying felt incomplete.

Practice and ALL IS COMING AND GOING, I typed.
Like our breath, all things are always coming and going. Truly we cannot hold on to anything, I thought.

Three plus years of injuries have come with some insights. When I started this particular yoga practice, poses came easily. It was fun, I liked the challenge, and with the blessing of a beginner's mind, I didn't know or worry if I were doing poses right or wrong. I read some Ashtanga lore, and thought—all good, and nope! you'll never get beyond first series. At some point something changed. I really liked getting new poses and doing them well. No problem if ego got involved because  haha—higher self was throwing little self a bone. Of course, I was fooling myself.

So when injury arose, it allowed me to see that there was a certain psychological forcefulness, a subtle kind of violence present in both my asana practice and life. Though I may not have consciously used these words, the energy can be expressed with getting, acquiring, achieving, conquering, succeeding. I have often used the words finding a pose, a minor semantic improvement. Either way, much was taken away. On or off the mat, that energy does not work for me. It also seems what I am now calling—asana obsession—(any obsession really)is an inevitable phase of contemporary culture and yoga (another topic altogether).

I do wonder, did historic yogis strive to "get" and "perfect" poses? Go to big classes? Look around and see if they were "better" than others? I doubt it. (Well, who knows—maybe they did at the Kumbha Mela, begun in 8th C.) My guess from looking at paintings and admittedly, idealizing them—is those yogis and ascetics just did poses as time and their bodies allowed. It was not an obsession, but one part of an integrated spiritual practice.


Thinking about these ancient yogis sets me free from many contemporary cultural messages: just do it, no pain-no gain, nothing succeeds like success, etc. On the other hand, despite its cons,  I am okay with the energy of contemporary democratic, organic yoga culture. It's an awareness practice, par excellence! 

Awareness: Some time ago Greg noted that this one doesn't like to do a pose unless it's done perfectly. What? Ok, true, and where did that idea come from? As Christine pointed out today, it comes from the outside. More coming and going. Recalling and tapping into beginner's mind—I rediscover open, non-judgmental, accepting energy.

Deep bow to the teachers named in this post.

And so in yoga, as in life, while I am a perfectly imperfect manifestation, there is another theme—one of balance between effort/desire and acceptance; between indifference and allowing all things to be as they are. And beneath it all, is an infinite well of gratitude and love.


metta
Belur, South India

Middle image is from the British Museum




9/9/18

Balancing Acts and —I Love You Raggedy Ann!

from the Bechtler Contemporary Museum show in Charlotte, NC:
"Wrestling the Angel" 
(art and religion)


Hints of fall today. As I considered the over ripeness of this late summer day, I thought of last Saturday when contemporary art, the heart (Raggedy Ann, my beloved childhood doll) spirituality, religion, seasons/change, and circles/wheel of life and rebirth—came together, as they always seem to do.

The painting above is part of an art and spirituality exhibition featuring artists such as Chagall, Roualt and regional artists, Gina Gilmour and others. Also included was Niki De Saint Phalle's "Cathedrale." It's a contemporary interpretation of a Gothic cathedral sculpture like the one at Strasbourg, and both remind me of the 12th Century temple at Belur, South India. Connections.

ALL ONE! 

"Cathedrale" by de Saint Phale, 20th C

Belur, South India 12th C,  Channakesava temple

Cathedral of Notre Dame de Strasbourg tympanum, 11-15th C

But I have digressed (into an art personna). Full circle in another way, came after the museum, when we went to John Bultman's workshop. John's teaching - asana practice and conference felt very open and accepting. With all the changes in my mind, body, and heart after shoulder surgery, I  felt his spaciousness allowed and reinforced what had happened to me: the dropping of the perfect and more asana-obsession. Without that overriding focus, there is now space in my head and heart for the other limbs to more fully enter and enlighten—from Yama to Samadhi.

It's about balance, also. There is a yoga sutra verse (2:46) that says asana should be relaxed but stable ("steady and comfortable"). Another middle way—is asana breath or "free breathing" as Sharath calls it. Asana breathing is NOT Ujai.* It is a breath with just enough sound for the practitioner to hear/be aware of. Ujai is a special and loud Pranayama breath. (Apparently Pattabhi Jois did not have the English words to explain this distinction.) 

So we balance effort and relaxation in yoga poses and with the breath in doing those poses—in all of the limbs, and in life

Coincidentally, in my meditation practice I am focusing on another type of balance, the union of opposites. It's been blissful and terrible - which I guess is exactly one of the unions to go for. Though I've still got some icky stuff from long ago to work through, it feels like I've burned through a LOT in the last ten years. 

I am crystalline over ashes.

I teeter in balancing poses.

I am the Virgin and Raggedy Ann.

The Equinox nears!

The Middle Way. Balance. 8 Fold Path. 8 Limbs.

ALL!

ONE!

metta

*Ujai creates heat, and might be used in asana practice on a cold day or as one needs it. The breath info comes from Sharath via John Bultman. 🙏🏽 
Also, interestingly, David Garrigues newsletter yesterday featured his answers regarding breath. Garrigues said the same thing about ujai - but with different words. 



6/20/18

Once upon a Time and the Big Bang




How did it come to be almost summer?
Where is yesterday's snow? 
In the all at once? In the every little thing?
Was there a huge cloud?
Was there a big crowd?
Isn't the heat oppressive?
Do you remember that time? 
Wasn't it a windless, cloudless day? 
Do you remember that sound? 
Was there a big bang?
Isn't the heat oppressive? Shivering from the cold?

 now     forever    now 
ever becoming
finished
inhale 
the exhale
 infinitely finite

know naught
we astronauts
k n o w  n o t
the endless knot
the imponderable
m  e  t  a


In my little universe, the novel Buried Giant comes to mind right now. Ichiguro's focus on memory and writing style made me wonder if I had forgotten part of the story. It felt like I was experiencing the same memory gaps as his characters. What an example it is of art expressing  the truth of our human reality, worlds better than any explaining could ever do.

So...wondering if it's time to quit all this wordy stuff. The truth, from cosmic to mundane cannot be expressed—pointed, glimpsed at maybe—as the moon is reflected in water. Nevertheless, here's my little world of—healing shoulders, yoga mats, art, music, meditation, changing relationships, growing awareness and joy. 

Have learned so much humility and acceptance from this rascally and injurious shoulder! 10 months (since surgery) and every single day I get on my mat - not knowing or having a clue how it will feel or if what I do to "regain" my practice will injure it. 

An adventure it is. Outer space it is. And is this not true about (my) life in general? I think so. 

Every day, if we are open (or forced to be open to it, like YT) is a completely new experience and discovery. Why you are fearing, Sharath used to say to me. No answers yet, my Teacher,  just the freedom that comes from walking into and experiencing a garden.....variety of fears. 

And more—every day I grieve, am outraged, and feel helpless during these times of political turmoil and cruelty. Nightmares come true. Surely beyond voting in November there must be a way right now in particular to relieve suffering and affect change. 

Have been fostering cats, thinking about all of the above, and watching how the ultimate clarity of a retreat becomes altered as "ordinary" life resumes. I am open to wherever things lead and to what ever role appears in this journey. Hope it shows up soon. I'm not young. 

LOVE



2/3/18

The Animism of Catechism

from Ajanta Caves, India

Got snowed-in a lot these past two months and started streaming various movies and TV shows. Among them were Breaking Bad and Big Little Lies. Both TV series dealt with degrees of dishonesty in all their characters. In Breaking Bad, there were examples of extreme forms of corruption in characters who had lost connection to conscience and heart.

INTERESTING
balancing these excellent studies (IMHO) of our dark sides, was a wonderful documentary about Buddhist nuns. Several western women who, led by a Rinpoche, visited various remotely located nunneries in Tibet. The contrast between the complexity of the westerners' lives seemed to highlight the clarity, wisdom, and naturalness of the Tibetan nuns. I went to sleep that night and woke up the next morning and the next—repeating

SIMPLICITY
This one-word mantra is calming. 

There is so little simplicity in social media these days. It has become a place where we put up only posters/memes. I've come to miss the days when people posted pictures of their meals! But sometimes there are cracks in the wall. A friend posed a New Year's question, what are your personal concerns? She got lots of honest FB answers, every one of which resonated with me. The

QUESTIONS
for me are on-going investigations into relationships past and present, and the heart of service. Am feeling answers to these and to all questions may be found in nothing special or may actually BE nothing special, simple things like listening and sharing anything—money, time, good energy to individuals and groups, art that raises awareness, and by living all 8 limbs of yoga and sitting in silence. Will see.

SEEING
both cosmic and everyday truths have been a transcendent gift these days. My mind scrambles and shuts down at the inability to grasp infinite vastness and smallness, no beginning no end. 

"MU" 
(enough said)
artist: Hakuin

And here I digress to the subject of grade school Catholic catechism that may have prepared me, in its own uniquely rote way for an Advaita view of our existence in the cosmos. 

Q: Where is God?
A: God is everywhere.

OMG! 
God is in ALL things. Everywhere.
LOL and LO! The beautiful but unsuspecting 
animism of catechism! 

Laniakea 
The Laniakea supercluster is home to Ikea and the Milky Way—and about 100,000 galaxies.
Red dot is site of our galaxy.


Q: Had God a beginning?
A: God had no beginning; 
He always was and He always will be.*

*Law of physics (and catechism?): matter can neither be created or destroyed. 
Then all matter always was and always will be. 

Glory be! So everything at least, in part— 
including us—is infinite. 
Because god is EVERYWHERE
SIMPLE
LOGICAL
CONCISELY HUGE 


IMMENSE
yes, (and joyous) are the implications.

As for another concern, it's time. Will save it for later 
to save it. Am beginning to believe that 
everything IS happening 
all at once
is it real? b/c it's 
always 
n  o  w
and then there's me trying 
to save time save more save more.
Mental perceptions measure movement, it's time
parts of universe are moving at unbelievable 
speeds...the speed of 
l  i  g  h t...
particle or wave? 
what is real, real time?
brahma god everything nothing 
no-time no-thing is more 
(immense) than 
what time 
calls
l  o  v  e



IKEA
store is in Laniakea and so is my shoulder, and my shoulder feels very real and good right now. So I will get real: I am mostly—if I don't push getting somewhere too hard—pain free! Since there were so many things wrong with my shoulder, (have I listed them here before?) surgery HAD to fix something!  Torn labrum, 4 bone spurs, tendinitis, shredded tissue, bursitis, and osteoarthritis. 

Whether the stem cells worked or not I will probably never know because fixing all the other things may have done the job (and osteoarthritis doesn't always manifest pain.)

Very pleased and slowly getting back to a fuller, deeper home practice. Know I'm much better—because feeling need for group energy to jump-start (haha literally) chaturangas and other shoulder stressing poses. Mysore at AYA is on the list. YAY!

Image of Yogi on cover of Roots of Yoga
which I am loosely reading now.
Wonder how this guy's shoulders feel.

SIMPLE
loving blessings to all

metta