This has nothing to to with yoga. Isn’t that refreshing? I’m testing the WordPress app for the iPad, in the vain hope that I might either a) legitimize purchasing one by making it seem more businesslike or b) drum up corporate sponsorship by Apple, cause they don’t have enough exposure in the yoga world…wait. Our triple-platform, three-screen home recently became a five-screen home with the advent of the iPhones, which I can’t live without, and now a six-screener thanks to the generous and heart-rendingly temporary loan of a little 16G unit, which I’m merrily tapping away on while M watches guitar pedal videos. Full metal geek.
It’s complicated
to ask for help when they’ve all
been there already.
Acutely realize
that part of your tantrum is
attention-seeking.
NAWTH CACKALACK
I know that a *proper* Heavy Metta Haikus travel post should be written on location and be accompanied with pics, based on my precedent of two [2] previous series, but I was in no energetic condition to embark on blogging when I attended the Certified Teachers’ Gathering last week, due to being completely recalibrated. Recalibration is not often pleasant. I’m just saying. It was a bit dicey. I also took no pictures, due to either feeling very unphotogenic/being concerned about John’s recent no-pictures policy/forgetting Carl at the hotel/not knowing very many people I could do a joyful group shot with. You will just have to imagine a huge Hindu temple hall and a whole bunch of really, really ridiculously good-looking people.
I wasn’t going to blog because there was just too much to say and some of it was political and some of it was just too intimate. Then I was having a bath and looking at my Ziploc travel bag full of all the little presents we got in our schwag-bag [which, by the way, whoever put that together rocks...there was some amazing treats in there] and feeling quite kindly about the whole adventure, instead of my previous crying jags and bleak stares into the middle distance, and I realized: Don’t fix what ain’t broke, McInnis. As Steve says, “better out than in”.
I gotta say, this whole Anusara Certification process is f***ing hard.
Not because of any physical or educational endeavour, although it is that. I recently realized that I get most of my energy from
WHAT TIME IS IT?
responding to the status quo with what I think is a balancing force, in most cases rebellion. That’s how I started teaching, actually. I would rumble around in my head with reasons why such-and-such instruction or demeanour was ineffective and think of ways that I could improve upon it. That’s why I started Big Rock Fridays: to puncture the dirigible of piety and passivity that seemed to cloak yoga, and I’ve actually been afraid that somebody would come along and think it was a terrible idea and that I was a jerk and that I was wrong in my passionate instinct.
And finally, they have. I recently got a double-barrelled attack of both anti-Anusara polemic and anti-Sjanie polemic. A more fierce spirit than I would probably respond to such playa-hataz with some serious game but I curled up and died inside because working on “balanced action” as I’ve been asked to do in my training has sapped the zeal and fire out of what started me on this path in the first place.