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So I’ve been doing a lot of yoga lately

So I’ve been doing a lot of yoga lately

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.

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.

It feels so good just to look at this.

A Thanksgiving gift from Danielle after she taught an amazing class tonight. Om shanti!

A Thanksgiving gift from Danielle after she taught an amazing class tonight. Om shanti!

The mission to Mars is a one way trip

Any volunteers? You’ll be a hero to everyone back on earth who you’ll never see again.

-Dechen

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:

  • I always laugh during Jessica’s classes but on Friday I laughed to vibrate my brain and pituitary gland. When I told Jack he questioned the appropriateness of my yoga classes. 
  • Dechen learned of a wonderful holiday while living in India and being “attacked” by water balloons when he was 7. My kind of holiday.
  • What would you like the world to smell like? Taste like? Look like, feel like, sound like? We’re in a time of great change and our actions now affect the outcome. 
  • I can’t hold headstand for 10 minutes straight. But I can do headstand three times for ten minutes! 
  • Simulating the earth’s gravity is more difficult than Star Trek would have me believe. 
  • Brilliant ideas for waste management that would make it less toxic that I’m still a little too yucked out by to recap in detail. Ask Dechen if you’re curious. 
  • Fish pose hurts my throat which makes me want to hold it longer.
“It’s always something with you. Always something” is what Jack says to me anytime my plans don’t go accordingly.
Height of fashion week prep. Leaving for Wisconsin. Missed my flight-the last one of the day-completely not my fault this time. Going to miss services for my grandfather in the Friday morning. Who plans 8am funerals anyway? But look! I found a stand selling diet coke at LGA!
Id like the thank the nice officer who did his best to get me on the flight, hope the back of your car is ok. Maybe next time only drive on the road?
And I make jokes but before I get messages from people accusing me of being insensitive or cold, don’t worry, I’m a complete fucking mess of a human being right now and suffering immensely. Because of attachment.

“It’s always something with you. Always something” is what Jack says to me anytime my plans don’t go accordingly.

Height of fashion week prep. Leaving for Wisconsin. Missed my flight-the last one of the day-completely not my fault this time. Going to miss services for my grandfather in the Friday morning. Who plans 8am funerals anyway? But look! I found a stand selling diet coke at LGA!

Id like the thank the nice officer who did his best to get me on the flight, hope the back of your car is ok. Maybe next time only drive on the road?

And I make jokes but before I get messages from people accusing me of being insensitive or cold, don’t worry, I’m a complete fucking mess of a human being right now and suffering immensely. Because of attachment.

The more we concentrate our lives on limited things the faster we go towards death.

The more we concentrate our lives on limited things the faster we go towards death.

Go down into hell and get hold of it!

Go down into hell and get hold of it!

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.

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:
Volvic water (x3) 
Vitamin Water Zero “Drive” blood orange (can’t get enough) 
Chanel oversized sunglasses 
Nails Inc. “the hurlingham”nail enamel 
Captain Blankenship Rosy Red organic lip balm-beautiful! smells like jasmine & other botanicals 
Fresh Supernova Radiance brightening pen (concealer) 
Yoga pass for Jivamukti & meditation beads 
Natually Fresh lavender spray mist deodorant (post yoga) 
Oscar Blandi voluming dry shampoo spray (post yoga) 
Liz Earle organic instant boost skin tonic spritzer

This sums up my day’s needs:

  • Volvic water (x3)
  • Vitamin Water Zero “Drive” blood orange (can’t get enough)
  • Chanel oversized sunglasses
  • Nails Inc. “the hurlingham”nail enamel
  • Captain Blankenship Rosy Red organic lip balm-beautiful! smells like jasmine & other botanicals
  • Fresh Supernova Radiance brightening pen (concealer)
  • Yoga pass for Jivamukti & meditation beads
  • Natually Fresh lavender spray mist deodorant (post yoga)
  • Oscar Blandi voluming dry shampoo spray (post yoga)
  • Liz Earle organic instant boost skin tonic spritzer
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:
After 13 months of yoga I finally made it up into forearm stand! For a full breath and a half! 
I am one demanding little black hole of need
I am psychic and may have saved Jack’s life. Or at least a sprained ankle. No need to thank me Jackaroo! 

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:

  • After 13 months of yoga I finally made it up into forearm stand! For a full breath and a half! 
  • I am one demanding little black hole of need
  • I am psychic and may have saved Jack’s life. Or at least a sprained ankle. No need to thank me Jackaroo! 
August’s focus of the month: Living Wild

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:

First photo

Second photo

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!!

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…