Flexiblity

When advertising my classes, I stress developing flexibility, strength, and balance. Most people will read that and presume I’m referring to physical aspects focused upon in the classes, which is true.

However, FLEXIBILITY, BALANCE, and STRENGTH are qualities needing development in every mind, heart, and life.

When I canceled classes at the last minute in order to attend a weekend yoga workshop, my teacher emailed and praised my flexibility. It’s a beautiful aspect of a well-developed yoga practice, he said (or something to that effect).

img_0605During March, I’ve taken some time away from the computer. As the regular readers will have noticed, there were few posts – and I still need to answer some of the exquisite comments that have been made – I also spent little time posting updates on Twitter and FaceBook. It was enough for me to scan my emails and answer the most pressing. I didn’t read many blogs, nor did I spend much time in my beloved Comfort Cafe! My excuse is that I felt myself digging further into a cyber-rut and I needed “out.”

For me, March became a time to re-charge and do something DIFFERENT (doing something different is a hallmark of flexibility, right?)

I DID allow myself to collect some garden manure at Renee’s Poop Party, wallow in some genealogical research, take long walks, rake my gardens, read, and begin to create my poetry collection, BAREFOOT & UPSIDE DOWN. I visited my folks in North Carolina, spent an afternoon with my cousin, helped a fellow writer on a project, saw my old writing mentor, and chatted on SKYPE with my family, including my sis in Poland.

So there, I’m certifiably FLEXIBLE. And it’s got nothing whatsoever to do with how close my chin comes to my shin in forward-fold. Or does it?

FLEXIBILITY is about softening, releasing, exhaling.

In yoga practice, we scan for places in our body where we may be holding, grasping, clenching, knotted, or otherwise shortening our physical selves, our energetic selves.

In meditation, we observe our minds and hearts for these same rigid, knotty, and hard patterns.

These patterns have developed over the course of our lifetime in response to myriad events.

FLEXIBILITY is about re-wiring fixed patterns. As we grow older, we continue to develop more and deeper patterns. Whether we look at our daily breath, or where we hold our stress, or how we approach problematic relationships, we can probably find several long-standing and typical ways of responding. There is a yogic saying: YOU ARE ONLY AS YOUNG AS YOUR SPINE (is flexible).

Neuroscientists say that FLEXIBILITY is important for keeping our brains young. PBS had a great series on the AGING BRAIN. Check it out and then Learn More at the Brain Resource Center. There’s loads of fresh research on everything from aging to ADHD.

In yoga and meditation,as in every other area, it’s important to maintain a soft attitude toward our flexibility. Commanding ourselves to release: YOU WILL SOFTEN THOSE STEEL-TINGED SHOULDERS OR ELSE! is a lot like kicking the horse when you want it to trot. A gentle attitude works with horses as it does with our shoulders and our crankiness.

Fortunately, we have a great tool for helping us to release deeper: the breath. Without even using words, we can send the breath to those crying hamstrings in forward fold and, focusing on the exhalation, release the belly and feel the hams grow longer.

In meditation, we can return to watching the breath when we find ourselves caught up in repetitious thought patterns, thereby creating space between the nuggets of verbiage that repeat ad nauseum in our cerebrum.

As far as those pesky relationship issues, try a little softening and breathing and see if things don’t iron out- at least somewhat, if not altogether.

And regarding moods that can overtake our entire life while raging unchecked, try more sitting and breathing, more yoga stretching, with much more softening all around.

Don’t take it all so seriously; that’s a sure fire way to grow more rigid. Throw some light and laughter at your stiffness, your bleakness, your obsessions, your life. It’s spring, after all.


Lenten Observances from LaSara

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Today’s post comes from blogger, twitter-friend, yogini, coach, mom, and gratitude chick, LaSara. She posted it on Mar. 13, 2009.

Catholicism influences my practice and teaching in many subtle and grand ways, hmmm — food for another post!

Anyway, I am honored to reproduce La Sara’s thoughts on Lenten practices here. Be sure to check out the complete post on her blog as well as all of her other website goodies.

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This year in the hustle and bustle, I missed Ash Wednesday, and Lent. You may deduce from this that I’m not Catholic. Matter of fact, I’m not strictly Christian – or for that matter, strictly religious.

But I love ceremony, observation, ritual. I love ages old traditions that allow and offer insight to our daily practices in life. Lent is one of these.

So, this week, when I realized Lent had passed me up, I chose the full moon as my own marker, and Monday as my own Mardi Gras. My husband made Welsh Rarebit with lamb, and I ate the last red meat I will consume until Easter Sunday.

But in addition to this offering up to God, I also take the time to give up something else that is dear to me. Something I cherish, but that would make my life better were I to sacrifice it to the greater power.

A couple years ago my Lenten commitment was to not speak ill of others. (See my addendum here titled 2008). It changed my life. This year my chosen sacrifice is judgment.

Different from discernment – I pledge to just witness what choices people make (self included). My commitment is to be in observation. And to withhold judging.

There’s a short-list in my head of the hardest this will be to practice with. My own name is highest on that list, for sure.

May practice liberate us! And may your Lent serve you, as you serve God.

Enjoy the post from 2008, and the poem that follows. (Also by me.)

From 2008:

I love religious observation. The thought, and feeling, of practicing a right of purification, for example, with millions of other people at the same time fills me with a sense of gratitude, and of being held by faith. Religion is a housing for the heart of what prayer and practice offer. So I enter through the many doors, and into the same room.

I am observing Lent this year. I have decided to give up red meat for the next 40 days, and also have made a commitment not to speak ill of anyone during the Lenten fast.

And today I fast, giving myself the chance to remember, as I do once a week, what it is to choose. What it is to reflect instead of doing what exerts itself.

Self-control. There have been years where that concept even was anathema to my self-expression. My sense of self was all about the raning forth. The destruction of boundary. The surrender to desire. The practice of excess.

I seek a balance point. And practice prayer, practice choice, and lead myself deeper into the heart that is no where localized, and everywhere present.

May your observations serve you. peace.

-LaSara
www.lasarafirefox.com


Awakening Saint Carolyn poem

from BAREFOOT & UPSIDE DOWN, poems by carolyn kieber grady:

Awakening Saint Carolyn

Born during a Buffalo snowstorm in ‘54

They still call me their Christmas Carol

On a Jersey estuary I caught crabs in coffee cans and learned how to bail

We wore plaid pleated skirts white blouses blue jackets

and drank wine beneath the front steps of school

The landscape of my childhood still fills me with dreams

When the charismatics sang I am the Resurrection and the Life

I floated somewhere near heaven

Six of us crammed into a rowboat during the flood of Polly’s Pond

and the Shrewsbury River—it was the only way home

On half-days of school I’d organize hitchhiking races and concoct personas

I built playhouses complete with gardens of iris and daisies

While I fed p atients lunch in Bayview Nursing Home the TV droned Watergate

Sometimes I listen to birdsong when I should be reading

During the Cuban Missile crisis I was timed walking home

I skipped school to go to art galleries and hang in Central Park—

Washington Square guitars still strum in my head

I don’t know anyone who died in Viet Nam though rock n’ roll and napalm still twist in my mind

I worried my breasts would burn while nude sunbath ing—when my wallet was stolen— I ran the tolls all the way h ome

Once I almost mistook Dylan Thomas for God

I fell in love with a wise quiet man who taught me patience and who mends my heart

India grew r a mpant as a bittersweet vine in my life while teaching in Mumbai—I can’t shake it off—

During chu rch processions I sang as if I could save the world

I am learning to be unafraid of my visions

I swiped Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason out of my father’s library

and read through the night

For too long I wore his hands around my neck like a necklace

It was the Summer of Love— my eighth grade class trip canceled due to riots

I am phobic of lightning but am usually unafraid of people

We fell in love over peanut butter sandwiches and picking apples

Please don’t ask me to drive— I failed my test seven times

I never went to Woodstock though I learned all of the songs

I skipped school to go to the New York Public Library to research

uses of metaphor in Moby Dick to surprise our English teacher— who had escaped the

draft by teaching in Mater Dei—he called me a wiseacre

They called me “mother” when I held their hands in prayer group after school

I spoke in tongues

I went to every school dance though I grew tired of Springsteen’s band

Being flipped around in the stormy Atlantic I lost my sense of “up” —and never really learned how to surf

I try to answer the cardinals in their own tongue

I practice being upside down and breathing

Three times I ran away from home and was arrested once

As a Child of God undercover in the Pine Barrens my job was to hide the stove—they called me Sherebaya—I cooked what was begged or foraged

There was a riot in the Bergen County Correctional Center—

I wasn’t really sure what to do

I had repeated nightmares of the world ending:

often I saw the drawbridge opening with me dangling off the edge

Sunning on a beach in Maine when the police came —

an APB pictured me “wanted”

Three felonies charged—it was impossible to remain innocent

The man on the moon seemed so very far away

On the morning of my wedding I ran three miles— I don’t run anymore

Dysplasia usually turns cancerous in ten years—so far I’ve had do many surgeries and wonder how much is left for them to cut

In the folk group my favorite song was Glory To God

Like the Turkish poet, Nazim Hikmet, I hear voices— this is his form

My patron saint is the healer, Charles Borromeo—there is no Saint Carolyn

Suffering from overexposure on Algonquin Peak, being chased by a rhino in

Nepal, and being held at gunpoint were the scariest times of my life

Sometimes the boundaries fade and I am certain we are the same—

one being with many bodies

I still spend most of my life dreaming

though I am trying to awaken

this very moment.


 



VideoThursday, enlightenment

I am back home after spending a week with my nearly ninety-year old folks on coastal North Carolina. Lots to catch up on, (email, wash, sleep) so today I’ve put together a collage of videos on the topic of enlightenment. If you have a link that you think we’d enjoy, please pass it on in the comments section.

I’d really like to see the way women teachers address enlightenment, but am still searching for those videos. Do any exist? Is enlightenment a topic women are concerned with? Or is the problem that women meditation teachers are few and far between?

Anyway, glad to be back – I missed y’all! Thanks for the comments that arrived while I was engaged with doctor appointments, outfitting the house with safety bars, cleaning, shopping, and other stuff that one day I too won’t be able to do by myself.

Everyone we meet is our teacher and every moment contains the possibility of enlightenment.

Triple Blog Award – for my brother bloggers!


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Last week I received a TRIPLE BLOG AWARD,  sent from LEA at Ocean of Perspectives.

When a blogger I enjoy sends a little “lovepat” my way, smiles and that great twittery feeling of affirmation sizzle throughout my being. 8-)

The Three in One Award stands for “blogs of attitude and gratitude, a member of a proud sisterhood, and a best friend of all blogs.” The rules are:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show Great Attitude and/or Gratitude.
3. Link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

Here are some blogs from wonderful brothers in the sisterhood. Hope you get a chance to stop in, visit with them, and share your thoughts.

Pamir from Reiki Help Blog – though I am not a Reiki practitioner, I learn a lot from Pamir. Reiki, is after all about moving energy in the body, (do I have that correct, P?) and yoga works on the same principles.

Dr. Jay from Yoga for Cynics – This was one of the first “reality” yoga blogs I found and Jay’s honesty still keeps me on my toes and venturing outta my ego! He’s funny too and that is considered a BIG PLUS.

buddhaofhollywood – I was thrilled when buddhaofhollywood found me. He accepted my post (DO YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN?) for the first Blog Carnival I ever participated in: zen school carnival. That was a thrill in the life of LY! I particularly admire his zen stories. It’s an incredible mind that can spin  ‘em like that.

classicpoetryaloud – not exactly a blog, but a daily infusion of classical poetry read aloud in a truly perfect voice…get your poem-fix here.

wahidudden’s web - I am relatively new to this sufi’s site, but from what I have seen — and there is A LOT to be learned and absorbed on this content-rich site — I love it. I plan regular runs to refresh my daily cup of saki with wahidudden.

MY THIRD EYE ITCHES -as I mentioned on Dawg’s recent post on the inaugural cabinet of yogis and yoginis, be sure to ramp up your mula bandha practice before venturing to this dawg house!


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Malbork Castle window (RKG photo)

(Hmmm, I’m presuming Dawg is a man…maybe that’s sexist of me…Dawg, you gonna weigh in on the gender issue here?)

Wake up and Feel the Bliss Flowing!

“Spirituality that doesn’t change

everyday life is less useful.”

— Pamir Kiciman’s comment on Ahimsa post



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Taj Mahal, (Michael Grady photo)



Pamir, from Reiki Help Blog and Carnival of Healing really struck a chord with his comment on the opening page of our yoga sutra study. After all, most folks begin a yoga practice for greater flexibility, or strength, or balance, i.e., changing their physical body. Most beginner’s have never heard of the yoga sutras, nor do they realize that yoga is about transforming the MIND and that THAT is where the most significant changes will occur.

It is NOT selfish to devote some time to developing personal qualities such as inner peace, contentment, and unconditional love for your SELF. Even if you have five kids who have special needs, or aging parents in nursing homes, or a dying dog, YOU NEED TO SPEND TIME developing your spiritual life. And if you haven’t figured out yet that yoga is a spiritual path — whatever religion you ascribe to — well, then it’s time to realize the bigger picture! Wake up and feel the grace, baby :-)

If you want exercise, do aerobics, go for a swim, ride your bike, pound the treadmill, or dig in your garden. True, you CAN do a mess of sun salutations, work up a sweat in power vinyasa, but remember that these are supposed to the means to an end: to greater mindfulness of this moment, and to a connection with the universal.

Most long-time practitioners have stories of when others noticed the change in them. This morning, one of my students remarked that folks had commented upon how she had changed during the past few years. The change correlated exactly with the time she began yoga study, which these particular acquaintances did not know. She’d grown softer, not so much on the offensive all the time, more loving.

We seem to need permission though to nurture ourselves. This is one of the primary reasons students come to class: to be reminded to love and honor themselves.

Some of us have grown up with the notion that it is selfish, even immoral to give ourselves what we need and want. We should only think of others’ needs. Only when we have done all we can to help others achieve what they need.Then, and only then do we fulfill our needs . If there is time or energy AFTERWARDS, then we might think of ourselves.

One of the key tests of whether or not a spiritual practice or a teacher is worth pursuing is if you can see RESULTS. (More on the qualities of a worthwhile teacher in a later post). You might want to ask students in a prospective class, what changes they have noticed in their own lives or in the lives of classmates.

We create intentions to live more peacefully, truthfully, less greedily, BUT we don’t just think about changing; if the intentions were meaningful, we DO take at least baby steps on the path to perfection: liberation from suffering. If we are not feeling the bliss flowing more often, if we are not able to breathe and slow down or stop emotional twirls, if we are not able to stop frenetically DOING and relax into BEING, more often than when we began practice, it might be time to search a new teacher, class, or practice. We need to be in a state of growth and that growth should translate into a more loving, compassionate, and happier life.

How did you learn that your practices had changed you? Are you still evolving?