Until recently, when you clicked on the old website for the Ashtanga Yoga Research Institute in Mysore, you were immediately linked to the K. Pattabhi Jois Asthanga Yoga Institute. Guruji started the AYRI in 1957. The name was changed to the KPJAI in 2008, after Guruji fell ill. I always liked that the term "research" was in the original name. To me, it meant that ashtanga wasn't fixed and finite. I also liked that Guruji never put his name on the practice that he spent his life sharing.
But now, if you click on www.ayri.org, you get a yoga marketplace. The URL itself is for sale.
A big thank-you to Moksha and Yogaview for bringing Lino back to Chicago.
BYE-BYE, ANKLE BRACE?!
Yesterday I accidentally arrived a good hour early for self-practice with Lino. Oops!
So I had a lot of time to sit in front of Shiva, Ganesh, Hanuman and the many photos of Pattabhi Jois at the altar, and contemplate how may people around the world have been helped by this wonderful practice of his (Lino is opening a new asthanga shala next month in Estonia. Estonia!). The tears flowed of course. How I miss him. But how alive he still seems.
The body felt good during practice.
Lino knew this better than I did, and adjusted me for the first time in Bhekasana. The ankle did not protest. I couldn't believe it.
So halfway through practice, I pulled off the ankle brace and threw it away.
It was like the flappers bobbing their hair.....
Like the feminists burning their bras....
Like the ashtangis tossing out the props!
It felt like a whole new beginning. For the moment, anyway.
* * * * * * * * *
I spent the rest of the day at the workshop, observing the led primary series and taking the adjustments and techniques segment. The first is wonderful because you learn correct vinyasa (how to enter and exit the poses in coordination wtih the breath). The second is wonderful because you find out how the vinyasa count works, learn some adjustments, and hear the stories. The stories are the best. Lino told the one about how Guruji told him, shortly after they met, that by spending one month with him, he'd make as much progress as practicing 12 months on his own. Lino has that same effect. Five days with him has healed what probably would have taken another two or three months on my own. Kovalam, here I come!
ZEN is expensive. The flattering Groove pants, Lululemon’s answer to Spanx, may set Luluheads, the devoted followers of the yoga-apparel brand, back $108. Manduka yoga mats, favored for their slip resistance and thickness, can reach $100 for a limited-edition version. Drop-in classes at yoga studios in New York are edging beyond $20 a session, which quickly adds up, and the high-end Pure Yoga, a chain with two outposts in Manhattan, requires a $40 initiation fee, and costs $125 to $185 a month. Related
You can even combine yoga with a vacation in the Caribbean, but it will cost you: in August, the luxurious Parrot Cay resort in Turks and Caicos has a six-night retreat with classes taught by the “yoga rock stars” (in the words of the press release) Rodney Yee and Colleen Saidman. The cost? A cool $6,077. (In August!)
And is it surprising that yoga, like so much else in this age of celebrity, now has something of a star system, with yoga teachers now almost as recognizable as Oscar winners? The flowing locks of Rodney Yee. The do-rag bandanna worn by Baron Baptiste. The hyper perpetual calm exhibited by David Life and Sharon Gannon, who taught Sting, Madonna and Russell Simmons. The contortions (and Rolls-Royces) of Bikram Choudhury.
The article focuses on Yoga to the People, an NYC studio where the packed classes are by donation, and they don't tell you who's teaching (ie; there's no "star" system).
The writer neglected to mention the new, donation-only Dharma Yoga Brooklyn - which is in a beautiful space, and is run by two of my fellow teacher trainees. They definitely say "Om" there - and talk philosophy, too.
In Chicago there is Yogaview's donation-only studio.
Most studios offer free community classes.
And Chicago Yoga Center has never been hip (and teachers have never been encouraged to tell students when there's going to be a sub).
The article focuses on Y2P founder Greg Gumucio , who charges $8 per class:
Today. Mr. Gumucio has three studios in New York (including two hot-yoga studios that charge $8 a class), one in San Francisco, one in Berkeley, Calif., and one to open later this year in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. He has just signed a lease in Chelsea and is considering expanding to Austin, Chicago and Los Angeles.
Ut-oh!
Or should I say, woo-hoo!
Friday, April 23, 2010
LINO IS MAGIC
Today's practice was a bit easier, after yesterday's rest. I could breathe.... most of the time.
Plus a miracle happened.
I was in the front row, and Lino was doing dropbacks with the person on my right. I had just finished my five backbends.
It was the exact same setup - front row, Lino on my right, just finished five backbends - as the first time I stood up from backbend in Mysore in 2004 (after three weeks prepping with Lino in Kovalam).
Something clicked in my head this morning: Lino is here and can help you psychically. It's now or never.
I bounced a couple of times and stood up like it was nothing.
But the heart was racing. It took some time to slow it down.
I waited, palms in prayer, and collected my breath as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Lino went to the back of the room.
And I thought again, "It's now or never."
So I dropped back. And stood up.
Three times. One. Two. Three.
Like it was nothing.
It's something I thought I would never, ever do again. Ever.
I stood there with arms crossed over chest - the universal symbol for "I'm ready for my dropback, Mr. DeMille" - and the tears of gratitude kept a-coming.
When Lino came to help me with the final dropback, I said,
"It's a miracle."
He looked around. "God is here?"
"Well, yes," I said.
"But I stood up from backbend - and dropped back three times!" I continued.
"What you lose, it always comes back," he explained, and made gestures indicating that the losing it part is a struggle, but is something we must all go through and isn't permanent.
"I thought that was gone forever," I said. "I thought my body was finished."
"You are young. You are strong," he said, as I crossed my arms over my chest and he helped me drop back.
And I believed him.
* * *
When we finished, and I stood up and hugged him for real (not my usual stand-offish A-frame version of a hug) and said "Thank you," I meant it from the bottom of my heart.
Photo of CK and Lino in Kovalam (c) 2002 by Randy Parrish.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
LINO AND THE QUEEN OF THE FUTZERS
This week's self-practice workshop with Lino Miele has been an amazing healing experience. And after just two days of practice (I couldn't go Thursday because I was unable to sub out my classes).
As soon as I stood on my mat and brought my hands into pranamasana, I felt the energy and presence of Pattabhi Jois filling the room. It caught me off guard. Tears of gratitude and reverence started streaming down my cheeks and did not stop for some time. It was like Guruji himself was there.
Finally I collected myself, chanted the opening mantra and began my sun salutations.
It was difficuilt to catch the breath, and I sweated out at least half my weight in toxins as I struggled my way through a rickety second series practice.
From time to time I had to stop and catch my breath. Me - who is always telling the students not to futz.
I have had a modified and rickety little practice since injuring the left ankle a couple of months ago. That, plus chronic back pain has brought my practice back to its origins. After the ankle-twisting incident, I began doing modified sun salutations, then added the standing poses. As the ankle began to heal I did half primary series and then, eventually, a full modified primary series practice. There has been no jumping back or forward or putting weight on the feet in up-dog; there have been easy variations of Marichyasana B and D on the right; I've sat on a block for Triryang Mukha Eka Pada Pashchimottanasana; and have avoided rolling over the feet during vinyasa. For the back, I've sat on a cushion in the twists and used a block between the knees during backbends. I've also been going to a great doctor (and student) who does both chiropractic and acupuncture.
Thanks to her - and the practice, and bike riding, which the ankle loves - last week I felt good enough to add second series poses up to Kapotasana. I gingerly tried the whole second series on Saturday and Monday, modifying Kraunchasana, Bhekasana and Vatayanasana, and nothing bad happened.
But there is no slacking off when your teacher is there.
I kept apologizing to him, and he kept saying, "It's OK. It is only the first day."
My hair was drenched, the clothes were soaked, and the fingertips were wrinkled by the end of practice in that hot, sweaty room - despite having done my usual purifying Monday fruit fast the day before.
Lino got my hands to feet in Kapotasana - which hasn't happened in over a year. I also received many other lovely adjustments from him and Desiree.
I ended up doing 10 backbends. I haven't stood up in eons and did not want to throw out the back again, since I do it with splayed feet (the first time I ever stood up, in 2004, was in Mysore when Lino was practicing right next to me). This week, Lino did dropbacks with me for the first time in... eons. And it didn't hurt at all.
In fact nothing hurt. Not the back. Not the ankle. Nothing.
Lino has the magic.
After class we spoke about my injury, and he told me that the body is the teacher.
We also spoke about my life and I mentioned that some sort of change seems to be in the works.
"Change is good," he said.
"Yes, but before it happens it is scary," I said.
"Life is scary," he replied.
* * *
After this my mood lifted considerably. I pray that it may stay for some time.
I feel like something that was lost has been restored.
How grateful I am to him.
(He so reminds me of Dharma. And vice-versa).
* * *
I have to say the old cliche: "Oh, am I sore."
(But not in any of the previously-injured areas).
The body is not used to being pushed this hard.
It loves it.
But walking up and down stairs is hard.
* * *
Lino is in Chicago through the weekend. He will not be coming back to Chicago anytime soon. So. go. see. him. while. you. can.
On Wednesday from 12-1 Central Time I was be part of a live chat on the Lunchbox, a co-production of Chicago Public Radio and Vocalo. You can read the transcript here.
The topic was the media (I've been a media columnist for Illinois Entertainer since... 1992? 1993? 1920?). The questions were supposed to be:
1)Do brand-name columnists need newspapers anymore? And how are our news start-ups doing?
2)Spanish station WOJO is #1 in the radio market (25-54) – What does this say about the future of radio? What is the next trend for Chi radio?
3)TV anchors are moving around like a firesale – what is going on? Will people follow personalities from station to station? [This will be fun, since I don't watch TV news]
The other panelists were my journalism mentor, Robert Feder, plus Andrew Huff of Gapers Block, Larz of Chicagoland Radio and Media, and communications consultant and author Walter Podrazik.
I played the role of token female.
There were no people of color on the panel.....
Which shows just how much the media has changed in the past 100 years.
Maybe that should have been the topic.
(Aw, just be quiet, little girl - and be glad we let you join the party).
It's all maya anyway....
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
GASTRONOMIC CONUNDRUM
One of the definitions of sattva (peace, harmony, purity) in the Bhagavad-Gita is, "What is poison in the beginning becomes nectar in the end."
Having my two favorite Indian fast food places close in quick succession was indeed like the poison.
Jai Hind closed a couple of months ago. I loved their home-made $3.49 meals, which came with kaman dhokla, sambar and three chapattis. It was always quiet, warm, friendly and clean in there. There was somehow a devotional atmosphere. Now, there's a meat restaurant in its place. Jai Hind has plans to re-open on Devon Avenue near Rockwell, but it hasn't happened yet.
Then, Annapurna closed. This was my safe haven during the months of torture in the old apartment. I always knew I could go there for a $3.99 veg plate meal or $2.99 masala dosa and .75 cup of chai, and read the Indian newspapers.
But now they're closed, too.
(I recently saw the manager next door at the Patel Bros murti-and-kitchenware store, in his street clothes. He looked relaxed! [The Patel brothers own most of the block, by the way - including Annapurna and Mysore Woodland. For the record, they're Gujarati, not Kannadiga] Anyway he assured me they would re-open May 1. [With higher prices, I bet]).
The result is that I've been eating home more often.
I've been eating healthier. More live.
And I've been eating less.
It's been good for the practice.
It's been good for the mind.
It's become nectar in the end....
....at least until Annapurna opens again.
Then it will probably be back to the rajas (nectar in the beginning, poison in the end).
Saturday, April 17, 2010
VANDE GURU-WHAT?
Suzanne Somers calls them "the Seven Dwarfs of Menopause": Itchy, Bitchy, Sleepy, Sweaty, Bloated, Forgetful and All Dried Up."
I think she's referring to peri-menopause - the decade or so of hormonal torture many women experience prior to the so-called Change of Life.
No one likes to talk about it, but it's real. Especially the insomnia, mood swings, depression, anxiety, lethargy, twice-a-month periods and inability to control the mouth.
Not to mention the forgetfulness.
A couple of weeks ago I actually forgot the words to the asthanga opening mantra. While leading it. After more than 13 years of saying it. Fortunately the students remembered the words.
The jury is out on bioidentical hormones. But this amazing New York Times article by Cynthia Gorney suggests that the estrogen patch could be a godsend.
An excerpt:
The patches my gynecologist prescribed worked, by the way. I didn’t understand how, beyond the evident quieting of some vicious recurring hormonal hiccup, and neither did the gynecologist. But she had other women who came in sounding like me and then felt better on estrogen, and I would guess many of them, too, decided after the W.H.I. news that they could surely find other ways to manage their “mood swings,” to use the wondrously bland phrasing of the medical texts. (I’m sorry, but only someone who has never experienced one could describe a day of “I would stab everyone I know with a fork if only I could stop weeping long enough to get out of this car” as a “mood swing.”) We muddled along patchless, my mood swings and my patient family and I, until there came a time in 2006 when in the midst of some work stress, intense but not unfamiliar, I found myself in a particularly bad Pit episode and this time unable to pull out.
It was profoundly scary. In retrospect, I managed a surprising level of public discretion about what was going on; competence at the cover act is a skill commonly acquired by midlife women, I think, especially those with children and work lives. If the years have taught us nothing else, they have taught us how to do a half dozen things at once, at least a couple of them decently well. Like other women I have met recently with stories like this one, I relied for a few months on locked office doors, emergency midday face-washings and frequent visits to an increasingly concerned talk therapist. But one afternoon I got off my bicycle in the middle of a ride with my husband, because I had been crying so hard that I couldn’t see the lane lines, and I sat down on the sidewalk and told him how much I had come to hate knowing that family obligations meant I wasn’t allowed to end my life. The urgent-care people at my health clinic arranged a psychiatric consult fast, and after listening and nodding and grabbing scratch paper to draw me an explanatory graph with overlapping lines that peaked and plunged, the psychiatrist wrote me two prescriptions. One was for an antidepressant.
The other — I recognized the name as soon as she wrote it down — was for Climara, my old estrogen patch.
Click here to hear SKPJ chanting the Mangala Mantra (ashtanga closing mantra).
Friday, April 16, 2010
INJURIES 101
Many students have been injured over the past couple of weeks.
Not from yoga asana.
But from extracurricular activities.
(During a conference in 2008, Sharath talked about the jogging craze he got involved in when he was young(er). He said it practically ruined his yoga practice, and advised, "No extracurricular activities." If you have extra energy after doing (an intense) asthanga practice, you should volunteer to help poor people, he said).
He was - is - right.
Students in my classes have been injured from:
-Competitive Dodgeball
-Paddle Tennis
-Snowboarding
-Skiing
-Golfing
-Doing the Limbo
-Running a Marathon
-Walking Down Stairs
At least they have lives outside of yoga (not the last one - that was me). But still.....
You should rest one day each week. You should not even stretch. In general, no other exercise should be done. Period. Because your body becomes very stiff if you do other exercise. Yoga is the opposite of other types of exercise. Sharath got into the jogging craze when he was 17, and Eka Pada Sirsasana (a leg behind the head pose) and Kapotasana were a struggle. He has struggled the whole time with his practice, especially since he had Rheumatic fever as a child - which affected his joints.
"You have to keep struggling, because once you get [it], there is nothing like this." You should have dedication and faith in the practice. The guru can only do so much. It depends on the students' dedication to the practice, and faith.
Read more about the conference where Sharath said this here.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
DHARMA EVERYWHERE
This just in - Sri Dharma Mittra will be at the 2011 Yoga Journal Conference July 8-11 at the Grand Geneva in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Start saving now!
Dharma will be at Kripalu July 2-5 and at the Omega Institute August 27 - 29. Click here for details.
Dharma will do his Labor Day retreat in the Catskills again this year. Read about last year here, and see the official photos - including CK with the wake-up conch and Little E minus the wake-up bell (not to mention a disheveled CK with legs behind head) - here.
Dharma's annual Mexico trip to Otam near Playa del Carmen will take place December 6-10. See 2008 photos here.
Or just visit his website. Sometimes just seeing the opening page, here, can make you feel a whole lot better.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
LINO MIELE IN CHICAGO APRIL 20-25
Lino Miele will lead Mysore-style ashtanga classes at YogaView April 20-23. More info here.
He will lead a weekend workshop at Moksha Yoga April 24 and 25. There's a discount if you sign up before April 14. More info here. Details below.
Lino is an amazing teacher. Read my article about his 2008 workshop here. Read about 1999 here. Read about 2000 here. Read about my studies with him in India in 2002 here.
Lino Miele is a first generation student of Sri K. Pattabhi Jois and is one of the few officially certified teachers of Astanga Yoga in the world. Lino began practicing Astanga in Mysore, South India in 1988 and now leads the Astanga Yoga Shala in Rome, Italy.
Lino is the benefactor and creator of Astanga Yoga schools in Milan, Helsinki, and Copenhagen and is the author of the seminal book, Astanga Yoga. Lino’s DVD’s for Primary, Intermediate, and Advanced Series were produced with the exact vinyasa as prescribed by Pattabhi Jois. Lino conducts Astanga Yoga workshops and retreats in Italy, India, and around the world.
MOKSHA WORKSHOP DETAILS:
Sat, April 24 8:00 am - 10:00 am Mysore Style $50 ($60 after Apr 14) 10:30 am - 12:30 pm Primary Series $50 ($60 after Apr 14) 1:00 pm - 4:00 pm Adjustments & Techniques $65 ($75 after Apr 14)
Sun, April 25 10:30 am - 12:30 pm Full Vinyasa $50 ($60 after Apr 14)
CLASS DESCRIPTIONS
PRIMARY SERIES: The Primary Series, referred to as Yoga Chikitsa (which literally means Yoga Therapy), detoxifies and aligns the body. The led class is an introduction to the entire primary series in a group pacing. The vinyasa or breathing system is emphasized.
MYSORE STYLE: A set series of asanas practiced by the student at their own individual pace and assisted by the teacher, the way it is taught in Mysore, India by Sri K. Pattabhi Jois. Previous Astanga experience required. Primary through Fourth series students accepted.
FULL VINYASA PRACTICE: In this led class, the traditional primary series is taught including a full vinyasa (to Samasthihii between each pose) and half vinyasa (between each side). This class is a challenging and vigorous practice guaranteed to turn up the heat (tapas). Open to all skill levels.
ADJUSTMENTS AND TECHNIQUES: This class is geared toward teachers and dedicated students who wish to deepen their understanding of the art of adjusting. This workshop class will include theory, discussion, and hands-on adjustments.
He is Kali Ray's guru. His main ashram is at the foot of Chamundi Hill in Mysore (which Krista and I visited in 2008 - after getting caught in the monsoon. While driving the scooter through traffic. At night. While laughing.).
Each of the ragas he performed was meant to stimulate different chakras, heal different aliments (insomnia, diabetes, restless leg, etc) or parts of the body (lower back, etc), and represented different astrological signs and elements. He was accompanied by keyboards, violin, tabla and dhol.
The music was mostly uplifting, and occasionally irritating. He LOVED to play! He told us to relax - we could lean back, close our eyes, sleep - even dance. He said to do whatever was relaxing (apparently fidgeting the entire time was comforting to the poor vata fellow on my right). He played lead keyboard, explaining it was "the modern-day veena."
At one point there was an AMAZING talk-drumming session (one of my favorite things in the whole wide world), followed by a couple of riveting drum solos.
When they came to the main raga, Sri Ganapati Sachchidananda Swamiji said, "This one for all Chicago." This raga was for ALL the chakras, ALL the astrological signs, ALL parts of the body and ALL five elements.
I guess we need to be healed. Everywhere.
I know we need it, and so did he. This place is a little (!) off.
After the concert, they gave us prasad - a sattvic Indian take-away meal (vegetarian, with no garlic, onion or spices).
On the way home, I passed the hospital where I was born. I'd never seen it before. (Well, maybe that one time).
Last night I slept soundly.
And this morning I awakened with no pain in the wrist, ankle or lower back.
The gurgling in the stomach (which I'm sure is an E. coli invasion resulting from the sink explosion) had ceased.
And all the money-worries, etc. had vanished.
Did I mention the concert was free?
And that beforehand, Sri Ganapati Sachchidananda Swamiji sat quietly and patiently through speeches and whatnot by an endless parade of minor Illinois dignitaries?
No fidgeting, foot-tapping or eye-rolling from him.
Just fortitude and forbearance.
Om shanti indeed.
Friday, April 09, 2010
FECES - AND LOTS OF 'EM....
....started coming up out of the kitchen sink today, just as I woke up from a wonderful, much-needed nap.
Then more came up, like bubblin' crude, and contaminated the dishes.
Then some more bubbled up, with another loud, disgusting belch.
So much came up that I started collecting it in buckets and dumping it down the toilet.
Interestingly, the landlord does not pick up his phone. Or call back. Hmmmm....
So I took matters into my own hands.
After two searches of the building, I dug up a man who had just finished routing the third floor sink.
He's in the kitchen right now, dismantling the plumbing.
The stench is wafting into the dining room as I write this. Feces!
It seems we're at the age where the generation that had the most influence on our little window of culture - Lux Interior, Alex Chilton, MM - starts dropping like flies.
(In this case, MM gave us the Sex Pistols, Adam and the Ants, Bow Wow Wow, plus his own solo career, not to mention managing the New York Dolls for a short stint - and the influence of all that on the wider culture).
"I was taught that to create anything, you had to believe in failure simply because you had to be prepared to go through an idea without any fear. Failure, you learned - as I did in art school - to be a wonderful thing. It allowed you to get up in the morning and take the pillow off your head."
-Malcolm McLaren
Om Trayambakam Yajamahe Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam Urvarukamiva Bandhanan Mrityormukshiya Mamritat
I meditate on Shiva The three eyed one (Third Eye) Of sweetest fragrance, Helping me flower spiritually. Like the fully-ripened fruit easily snapped May I be free from the Bondage of Death. May I not be without the nectar of immortality.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
CHICAGO YOGA TEACHER ON OPRAH TODAY
Her name is Rachel Fiske, she does tantra yoga (still trying to figure out what that is*), and she sets "audacious intentions".... that actually bear fruit.
*I'm currently reading Georg Feurstein's Tantra: The Path of Ecstasy. Apparently, the Dalai Lama is a tantra adept (did anyone else see "The Buddha" last night? Could it have been more beautiful / inspiring?), and it has next to nothing to do with sex.
Apparently models - models! - have been sporting gray-streaked hair during Major Fashion Events.
Even the editors have been sporting gray....
including a famous 13-year-old blogger and fashion mascot named Tavi Gevinson.
Pink did it at the Grammys.
And even Kate Moss has been sporting "graylights" of late.
Sharon Dorram, an influential New York colorist, said that among her downtown New York patrons, it is mostly younger women, renegade types, who request gray. Not lost on Ms. Dorram is the irony that their older, more conventional counterparts spent $1.3 billion to cover their grays last year, according to Nielsen....
“These women are showing that they have the money and the inclination to make gray a fashion statement,” said Rose Weitz, a professor of women and gender studies at Arizona State University. Professor Weitz, the author of “Rapunzel’s Daughters: What Women’s Hair Tells us about Women’s Lives,” suggested that to dye one’s hair gray is to flout one of fashion’s last taboos.
For a 16-year-old, it is something akin to having multiple piercings or tattoos, she said. “It takes confidence to pull off the look,” Professor Weitz said. “It’s going to be the head cheerleader who does this, not the nerdy science student.”
Of course here in Chicago we've been doing it for years....
The first time I heard the theory that Jesus was in India during the missing years (ages 12 to 30), I was like, BS!
Now I'm not so sure.
Today, when Shiva called and talked about the idea that Easter is symbolic for Jesus reaching samadhi and re-joining God, I was like, Of course.
* * * This photo shows the view of the church across the street; it looks upside-down when one is in Uttana Padasana. The wonderful vibes from their two Easter services kept flowing in through the open window during practice today (as did the allergens. But that's another story).
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_________________________________________________________________________________ *Click here to view the BBC documentary, or here for another film about it.
Saturday, April 03, 2010
MY MOTHER, MY SELF*
Today marks the 13th anniversary of my mother's death.
This is the first year without her ashes, which are now here, there and everywhere (including the Atlantic Ocean, above).
Because of her, I am here.
Because of her, I attended college.
Because of her, I practice yoga.
I owe Her everything.
Jai Ma!
* * *
The Divine Mother prayer.
“Oh, Divine Mother May all my speech and idle talk be mantra All actions of my hands be mudra All eating and drinking be the offering of oblations unto Thee All lying down prostrations before Thee May all pleasures be as dedicating my entire self unto Thee May everything I do be taken as Thy worship.”
Yesterday I saw this rather spectacular sunset on the way home from the fancy brown health club. I was already flying high from the unseasonably warm weather, the students' wonderful energy and the awesome bhangra dance party on the radio - which featured more than one fast and furious harmonium solo. And then I saw this. (The mood dissolved a tiny bit when I got home and found that all the street parking had been taken by attendees of the pre-Good Friday event at the church. But who minds prowling for parking while the bhangra is blasting?).
This morning I got up, sat, retrieved the car, and saw this amazing sunrise on the way to teach. Same street, opposite side of the El.
And this time, bhajans were playing on the stereo.
I was trolling around for photos of "yoga" to accompany a post last month, and came across the image above. Of course, we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But shouldn't the back foot be flat (not sickled) in that particular posture? (And shouldn't it be subtitled, Brahmacharya, My Ass!).
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
SET YOUR VCRs
PBS will air a special about the Buddha next Wednesday, April 7, from 8-10PM Central Time.
Narrated by Richard Gere, of course.
And at 10PM they'll show one of my favorite films of all time - Unmistaken Child, about the search for the reincarnation of a Tibetan lama. If you have doubts about karma and reincarnation, this incredible documentary will make them disappear.
Monday, March 29, 2010
KALI RAY AND THE MOON DAY
The Kali Ray workshop this weekend was rather amazing.
The sequences felt GOOD on my back, which had been in great pain before class. They are all about systematically moving the spine from top to bottom or vice-versa. The movements are controlled, like tai chi, and feminine. I don't know much about different types of yoga, but her system seemed to include the props and long holds of Iyengar and Yin Yoga, the vinyasa (movement linked with breath) of Ashtanga Vinyasa Yoga, the multilevel options of Dharma Yoga and the spinal / pranic focus of Kundalini Yoga (not that I know anything about the last).
PLUS there was a focus on pranayama, concentration and meditation.
Wow.
* * *
MOON DAY
I keep messing up the full moon day. Apparently it wasn't yesterday, as I told some students. Apparently it's not today, as it says on many calendars. Apparently it's tomorrow (Tuesday) at 1:25 AM central time.
Sorry for any confusion.
That said, the full moon is meant to be very auspicious for meditation.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
BEST FRIEND / WORST ENEMY
The sages say that our mind can be our best friend or our worst enemy.
In yoga, we are trying for the former.
But first, we can experience a lot of the latter. Over and over. And over again.
(As Chandra says, the samskaras never disappear. They are like leopards, waiting in the wings, ready to pounce).
"Our main problem is ourselves. Our bondage lies within us, not outside. Others are not our problem. We are more our problem than all others put together. The ultimate freedom is freedom from oneself. This little human personality is the one great bondage that denies you the freedom that is your birthright."
--Swami Chidananda
"With the help of the subconscious mind you can change your vicious nature by cultivating healthy, virtuous qualities that are opposed to the undesirable ones. If you want to overcome fear mentally, deny that you have fear and concentrate your attention upon the opposite quality, the ideal of courage.
When this is developed fear vanishes away by itself. The positive always overpowers the negative. This is an infallible law of nature. This is the Pratipaksha Bhavana of the Raja Yogins. You can acquire a liking for distasteful tasks and duties by cultivating a desire and taste for them. You can establish new habits, new ideals, new ideas and new tastes."
-Swami Sivananda
Dharma says that when this happens, the mind is like the best friend, the best lover we ever had.
Friday, March 26, 2010
AFTERNOON DELIGHTS
Yesterday Chow-Patti and I enjoyed a late, last-minute lunch at Uru-Swati (Masala Dosa for her, Chana Masala for me). The TV was playing Bollywood songs from the 70s, including hits starring Shashi Kapoor and Amitabh Bachchan. I loved it, especially because: A) I haven't seen Chow-Patti in ages, and B) they always play old-time movies in the afternoon on TV in Mysore. It made me feel a bit "home"sick.
On the way home, I turned on the Indo-Pak satellite radio station... and heard the opening strains of one of the best songs ever - "Dard E Dil" (above). It's from 1980's Karz, which starred Shashi Kapoor's more famous brother, Rishi. The film was inspired by 1975's The Reincarnation of Peter Proud - and in turn inspired the 2007 hit Om Shanti Om. But I digress. It was so wonderful to hear the old music, after eating the familiar food and talking for over an hour straight about yoga, yoga, yoga.
And then, still on the way home, I learned I get to cover the Kali Ray workshop for YOGA/Chicago. Very thankful indeed.
(Kali Ray's guru is Sri Ganapati Sachchidananda, whose ashram is at the base of Chamundi Hill in Mysore. Krista and I had a madcap drive there one night in 2008, on my scooter. We wanted to go and hear the bhajans (devotional songs), and got absolutely drenched on the way there. You have not lived til you have driven a scooter through nighttime Indian traffic in a monsoon downpour with Krista on back, laughing her ass off.... while your leg is still bandaged from a recent accident. Now that's living in the moment).
(Of course we missed the bhajans).
(Now that's living in India).
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DELIGHTS PART DEUX
I was picking up knäckebröd near the homestead in Wes Andersonville this afternoon, when I came upon the best thing ever.
You know - the ultracute puppets I was too cool to stop and enjoy two months ago (read all about it here).
This time, I smiled broadly as I walked by.
This time, arms filled with knäckebröd, I came back and watched the cat puppets dance to music from the 1940s. When you give the puppets money, they dance with it, too. They pop out of doors here and there and, I have to say, it is the cutest thing ever. There are several puppets, including a dog and a long-eared rabbit.
Soon, a crowd had joined me.
There was a male couple, a woman in a wheelchair, a male-female couple, and a Latino deliveryman. Everyone was smiling broadly at this unexpected bit of delight in their day. Watching these sweet, beat-up puppets ignited the spark of childlike innocence that is still buried deep inside all of us somewhere.
And it was proof again that we really all the same.
Afterwords I went back across the street and watched for a few minutes. The puppets continued do dance to music - including Bill Haley's version of "Flip, Flop & Fly." A passerby smiled now and then, but not a single one stopped.
Still too cool I guess.
Gotta get over that somehow.
We're missing a lot if we don't.
(If you go right now, they might still be there).
Thursday, March 25, 2010
"FACE THE BRUTES!"
This is one of my favorite stories of Swami Vivekananda - and something I needed to be reminded of over and over again:
Once at Varanasi, as Swamiji was coming out of the temple of Mother Durga, he was surrounded by a large number of chattering monkeys. They seemed to be threatening him. Swamiji did not want them to catch hold of him, so he started to run away. But the monkeys chased him. An old sannyasin was there, watching those monkeys. He called out to Swamiji, 'Stop! Face the brutes!' Swamiji stopped. He turned round and faced the monkeys. At once, they ran away.
Many years later, Swamiji said:
'If you ever feel afraid of anything, always turn round and face it. Never think of running away.'
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
ROSIE O RADIO
Despite attempts not to be attached, I've been become quite fond of satellite radio. First,there are two Bollywood stations. Second, Rosie O'Donnell's radio show is awesome (I also dig the psychic/intuitive Mary O, not to mention the British pet psychic).
From what I can tell, Rosie is a yogi. She is incredibly positive, and seems plugged in to The Reality. She uses her platform for good.
She's also really, really funny *and* a rabid feminist (only she never throws it in your face).
Plus she does the show out of her house on Long Island, with her high school friends as co-hosts. Her kids come and go when they're not at school.
Today, Larry David was the headlining guest. He said he was "leaning towards" doing another season of Curb. Rosie said she's leaning towards a daytime TV talk show.
They talked about how difficult it is to do standup - especially when the audience is rude and talks through their act (hmmm, sounds familiar).
And of course they re-hashed Rosie's appearance on Curb last season:
Monday, March 22, 2010
NOT SO CLUELESS
The "A Night Out With" feature in yesterday's New York Times featured famous vegan actress Alicia Silverstone, who's appearing in "Time Stands Still" on Broadway.
Instead of the usual boite or bowling alley, the star of 1995's "Clueless" dragged the reporter and her friends out for organic, vegan food at Candle 79 - and proceeded to talk about how going vegan changed her life (Before, she was constipated and asthmatic, and did movies like "The Crush" and "Scooby-Doo 2. After, she felt like new, and wrote a vegan cookbook called "The Kind Diet").
“At one point I looked at my dog, who was my best friend, and I thought, If I’m not going to eat you, then how can I eat these other creatures who have the same capacity for love and joy?” she recalled. “The karma of turning vegan is amazing. And then to get this sudden weight loss, and my skin is glowing and my nails are strong and my eyes are white — it was wonderful.”
[As Dharma says, "The compassion has to extend beyond the pets."]
Ms. Silverstone stays up late cooking or working on her “Kind Diet” Web site. She is also returning to movies as a 200-year-old vampire in a comedy by Amy Heckerling, the director of “Clueless.”
“I have so much energy these days, so much more than I did when I was 19 and had bags under my eyes,” she said. “Once the sludge was removed from me, I felt my body soften and open, and I felt awake and alert and inspired and turned on. The way I live and eat now, it’s changed me as an actress — totally.”
How heartening it is when they use their platform for good.
Every student should maintain a spiritual dairy. Then only can defects by rectified and the mind controlled. The spirit of serving the humanity must be ingrained in the heart of every aspirant. Sattvic virtues such as mercy, generosity, tolerance, forgiveness, nobility must be developed.
Keep a daily spiritual diary. Note down in the diary when you become angry towards others and when you hurt the feelings of others. This is very important. If you exhibit anger or hurt others, impose some self-punishment on yourself. Give up your meals at night. Do fifty more Maalas of Japa. Write in the diary, I have forgotten God twice this day. If you proceed like this for one or two years you will attain remarkable Shanti, progress and will power.
Devote some time every day to self-analysis. Ask yourself: "Why have I come here? How am I passing my time? Do I really want God? Am I really struggling to find him?" A man's mind tries to deceive him, but he must not allow himself to be swayed by his mind; he must curb and rule it. Hold fast to the truth. Be pure-hearted. The purer you become the more will your mind be absorbed in God. You will be able to see the subtle deceptions of the mind, and you will be able to root them out. Who are your enemies? Your own senses. But if you can control them they will become your friends. Your mind is your only enemy, and your mind is your only friend. The man who analyzes himself thus can wipe out the subtle deceptions of the mind, and by doing so move rapidly along the path of spirtuality.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
R.I.P. ALEX CHILTON
How I loved Big Star, his second band (which was slated to play South By Southwest on Saturday).
He did suddenly yesterday, at 59. The story is here .
Om Tryambakam Yajamahe Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam Urvarukamiva Bandhanan Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY FROM CHICAGO
Although whenever I see an Irish flag, I assume it's the Indian flag* (this building is in the Southeast Asian neighborhood, and is decked out this way year-round).
Plus, the ladies were all wearing green on Devon Avenue last week.
The History of the Indian flag dates back to the pre-independence era. It was in 1904 that first Indian flag came into being. It was made by an Irish disciple of Swami Vivekananda. Her name was Sister Nivedita and after some time this flag came to be known as Sister Nivedita's flag. This flag contained red and yellow color. Red signified freedom struggle and yellow color was a symbol of victory. It had words "Bonde Matoram" in Bengali written on it. Along with it the flag contained a figure of 'Vajra', weapon of god 'Indra', and a white lotus in the middle. The 'Vajra' is a symbol of strength and lotus depicts purity.
The flag has gone through many incarnations since. Read the whole story here.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
A SMALL TOWN IN WISCO
which has delightful students, and is where I taught a Dharma Mittra workshop on Friday.
I don't get the infatuation with Blatz beer. As children, we'd make fun of it when my father drank it (perhaps it was the name that tipped us off!).
Sunday, March 14, 2010
IS CHICAGO BEIRUT ON THE LAKE, OR THE MILAN OF THE MIDWEST?
The New Yorker recently ran a profile of Chicago mayor Richard Daley, by Evan Osnos. According to Chicago Reader columnist Ben Jorvavsky, Osnos is "a former [Chicago] Tribune reporter who's spent most of his career in New York and overseas and now lives in China."
Joravsky wrote a wonderful rebuttal to Osnos's puff piece, called "Taking the New Yorker for a Ride: The Chicago in Evan Osnos's Story is the Chicago You'd see out the Window of the Mayor's Limo." Here's an excerpt:
Osnos invokes the old Wall Street Journal line about Chicago being "Beirut on the lake" in the 1980s, as Washington and his white City Council battled for control of city government. "Daley took office at a moment when Chicago was paralyzed by infighting and mismanagement," Osnos writes. "In 1987 William Bennett, the Secretary of Education, said that Chicago had the worst school system in the country—'an education meltdown.' The center of the city was a desiccating museum of masterpieces by Mies van der Rohe and Louis Sullivan. Infant mortality in remote neighborhoods was comparable to levels in the Third World."
But then in 1989 Richie took charge, and "in the years that followed, Detroit, Cleveland, and other former industrial powers continued to wither, but Chicago did not. It has grown in population, income, and diversity; it has added more jobs since 1993 than Los Angeles and Boston combined. Downtown luxury condos and lofts have replaced old warehouses and office blocks. New trees and flower beds line the sidewalks and sprout from the roofs of high-rises. (Chicago has significantly more green roofs than any other city in America.) Diners and pizza joints have given way to daring restaurants like Alinea and L2O, where the chefs Grant Achatz and Laurent Gras are among America's highest priests of the chemically complex food known as molecular gastronomy. Chicago is a post-industrial capital of innovation from house music to fashion—the Milan of the Midwest, as the Washington Post put it last year."
OK, stop. I can't take it anymore. Who wrote this stuff, Billy Dec? I like a good meal as much as the next guy, but what the hell does any of this have to do with Mayor Daley?
The downtown real estate boom was part of a larger demographic shift that started in the 1980s. It's true that it was fortified with the hundreds of millions of property tax dollars Daley has handed over to well-connected developers and corporations, but it's also true that thousands of the swank new condos are empty because there's nobody in the market to fill them.
Osnos also repeats City Hall's boast about leading the country in buildings with green roofs. But as the Reader has reported, his administration has also failed to offer residents a real recycling program, stood by as two coal-fired power plants on the southwest side produce dangerous air pollution, and done little to implement its own plan for reducing greenhouse gas emissions.
And while I'm at it—house music? House music originated in the late 1970s, when Frankie Knuckles started spinning at the Warehouse on South Jefferson. If any mayor should get credit for house music, it's Michael Bilandic....
Joravsky is just warming up, and best is yet to come (especially the kicker); read his piece in its entirety here.
Yama is the first limb of the asthanga or eight-limb yoga system. Yama is its ethical underpinnings.
The first Yama is Ahmisa, or non-harming of any living being in word, thought or deed. (If I remember correctly, Sanskrit scholar Edwin Bryant, author of The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali: A New Edition, Translation, and Commentary, told our teacher training group that the limbs appear in order of importance, as do each of the directives contained within).
Ahimsa would including everything from beating up yourself physically and mentally in class to eating animals - even ones that someone else has butchered. As Dharma often explains, "You are somehow participating in the violence."
If not for the animals, or for health, or for your practice, then do it for the environment.
You don't have to do it all at once. I certainly didn't:
I began eliminating meat from my diet in 1987, when I started feeling sorry for the cows (I grew up on a farm that had cows, and eventually their soft, innocent eyes got to me). First, I cut out the big mammals--beef and pork. I made do by eating a lot of poultry for a few months--until a sweltering summer day, when I saw a truckload of chickens crammed into crates and gasping for breath. I immediately gave up eating anything with wings. A few months later, I cut fish out of the diet; after all, they suffer too. For me, the diet stuck because I did it gradually; I have many friends who went vegetarian abruptly and fell of the wagon, hard, a short time later. At first, my diet was not good; I ate a lot of grilled cheese, enchiladas, French fries, and other vegetarian “junk” food. Then I got a job at Chicago Diner and learned how to eat and prepare healthy meals. Finally, many years later, I cut out eggs.
Many experts agree that it's easiest to eliminate one type of meat at a time. Or, simply eat one meal a week without meat. One easy way to transition is to substitute tofu, tempeh, or other meat alternatives in your favorite recipes.
You may eventually choose to become vegan, which means no animal products--including eggs, dairy products, and honey. But the important thing is to start thinking about your diet--and how small changes in your lifestyle can make a big difference in the world.
As Jane Goodall said, “Each one of us makes a difference every single day we impact the world around us, and if we would just think about the consequences of the little choices we make--what we eat, wear, buy, how we interact with people, animals, the environment--then we start making small changes, and that can lead to the huge change that we must have."