Posts tagged: yoga
My cats are pouting at the foot of my bed but all I can think about are how sore my legs are from yoga overload. I’m pissed that they aren’t currently doing that whole “kneading bread” “making biscuits” thing that cats do-on my legs. Ten hours till my shiatsu appointment.
It feels so good just to look at this.
Any volunteers? You’ll be a hero to everyone back on earth who you’ll never see again.
October’s focus of the month at Jivamukti:
2012-Making the Matrix
heyam duhkham anagatam (PYS II.16)
Future suffering is to be avoided
Read all of it here
Dechen taught me today that the earth is a spaceship. No seriously. And it’s not as out there as it sounds.
Other points from this weekend’s classes:
Life on the mat:
So Dechen’s at it again! I’ve only taken his class a few times but have enjoyed each one. I’ll never forget one particular class of his I took which began with us doing at least 500 skull shining breaths. Yeah. But I love it even more when I’m taking a class while he’s teaching in the next room, it’s always a fun surprise.
I usually avoid taking the 6:15 or 6:45 class. Something about being smashed into a room with up to 80 other people, literally mat-to-mat, accidentally kicking others or falling onto them during forearm stand, not being able to go into a pose fully due to lack of space- makes me claustrophobic. Also some of the daily yogis who frequent these classes make it like a scene in a high school cafeteria at lunch time. Yes, assholes can anywhere, including yoga-but at least they’re practicing!! And most people at this school are completely without pretense, friendly, warm people, I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression of the students!!
I planned today’s class go like this: Take Rima’s class at 6:15. Want to simultaneously kill myself and punch myself in the face for that decision by 6:35 and emerge drenched in sweat and bliss by 8pm. But it didn’t happen that way. As I moved through class I found myself inspired by those around me. Jivamukti is a special place where you’ll see up to 80 different people coming together smashed in a room, mat-to-mat, practicing, pushing, refining and expanding themselves. In a city with such a large, fragmented population, whose inhabitants segregate themselves based on socio-economic status and occupation it’s refreshing find a place where world famous fashion designers, models, hard core hippies, vegans and yogis, finance/business men, PR and media execs, normal people such as myself, musicians and cross-industry moguls all come together, each with their own reasons and goals, and are all the same, all students. This observation along with the challenging sequences and awesome music helped me to stay present instead of regretting the class I chose or dreading the next posture or even dreading the next breath of the moment’s current posture. I am no longer averse to taking the 6:15.
This sums up my day’s needs:
Me: Just finished 2 hour yoga class and guess what!!! I did forearm stand!!!! First time ever!!
(2 minutes later…)
Me: You don’t care? It’s a big accomplishment
Jack: Sorry on treadmill
Me: Hurray! Good for you! Run run run!!! I’m so proud of you and your running accomplishments! :)
(2 minutes later…)
Me: Be careful! Make sure your shoe lace isn’t untied.
Jack: It was untied. Creepy. Yay forearm stand. So happy you’re having a good day!
The point being:
And so I dedicated practice #3 of August to: Sharks!!
For so many reasons, but let’s start with Shark Week!!! I want to live under water, when I’m in water I melt, I feel nothing, I could fall asleep. I want to be a shark, fine tuned by millions of years of evolution, moving ever so slowly in the water. Having a waiter grind wasabi on my fin at an
overpriced overhyped expensive New York Japanese restaurant. mmmm no….
Second, I feel like a fish out of water in New York in the summer time. I can’t breathe, my asthma gets all bitchy in humidity. Sometimes during yoga I want to punch the yoga mat and storm out slamming the door as hard as I can behind me because I can’t “Breathe in…..exhaaaalllle” like everyone else. Because I Cant Fucking Breathe At All!!!!! Fuck you yoga and fuck you asthma and fuck you dirty humid polluted New York. And I can’t just get up and use my inhalers because that’s so not yoga. Medicine is so not yoga. Breathing is so yoga! But it’s the hardest part for me. I think that’s supposed to make me grow, the painful, difficult moments, I’m supposed to find comfort into them, confront the fear and breathe into resistance, opening myself up to the pose, falling into it.
I’ve heard drowning is the most painful way to die (or well up there) but that’s my ideal way to die because I’d be in water so I’d be calm and peaceful and I feel like I’m drowning most days anyway.
The first time I went scuba diving I was ten. My parents are life long divers and my dad took me in the pool with gear on to practice. I was under water. And I could breathe. I never wanted to surface. Since then I’ve been in oceans around the world.
Can we talk about how cool sharks are?
I’d like to thank Jessica Stickler for helping to introduce the upside down bottom of my foot to the front of my face and back of my head. Couldn’t have done it without you-or the wall I was pushed up against. I heard her mention to another student after class that she did this on her own for a period of time and when she got up felt like she had new legs. I did it for not very long at all, got up and felt like I had no legs!
Today we focused on backbends, being fearless and wild (not reckless!!) My physical body is flexible so I can manage to twist myself into any of the bendy postures but I don’t because I would miss the lesson each pose has to teach. My mind needs to align with what the posture represents and my mind is not nearly as flexible as my body, so I have to face the resistance. Forward bends are easy, I could curl up into myself forever. Backbends are vulnerable positions and in doing them I aim to become more open, vulnerable and fearless. This is what’s required to take chances and make bold moves-2 things I need to do daily.
I’d post pictures of myself doing the poses but, you know, I forgot to book the photographer to follow me to class, again! Oh well. But if you want to see more pics, like the ones above, go here:
Yesterday I went to Amagansett. I usually only stop by the farmers market or Talk House at night. It’s a beautiful little town and I’m so happy that I finally spent time there discovering places like this meditation center and the yoga studio-I never realized it was so crunchy. Love it!!
Not that this wasn’t fun but I prefer yoga on solid ground, not standing on a scale-on-steroids with a wand in my hand and I don’t need points awarded to me for completing 2 minutes of postures. I wonder if Kumari would scold me if during tonight’s 9pm class I took a Pinkberry break in the middle of tree pose as I did here…
There I was, in my first class taught by Jessica Stickler since her return from teaching in Australia for almost two months. I believe we were in janu sirsasana with about a half hour of class to go, when this song permeated the walls and echoed loudly in my (relatively) quiet class. It’s origins could easily be traced to next door, a class being taught by Mr Dechen Thurman. And I started laughing. Luckily, Jessica did too, so I didn’t feel too bad. We’ll see what Dechen’s up to tomorrow at 9:10 am. Stay metal.