I don't wanna go

I don't wanna go

the history of IDWG.

A few thousand years ago I took a summer job as an extended school year special education teacher in charge of attending to the individual education plans and goals of six very special teen age students. The  educational, physical (diapers/feeding tubes etc) and emotional  needs of theses students were so extensive that they are not able to take the wonderous summer vacation away from school because they would lose the skills they have had to work so hard to get.  To deliver these educational, physical and emotional services  I was armed with 3 amazing full-time assistants , and a fleet of itinerant staff that delivered intensive services, including but not limited to a: physical therapist,  an occupational therapist, a speech and language therapist, a mobility specialist, a nutrition consultant, and a nurse. This story is dedicated to Corey, one of the students, who is an inspiration to me  during big  transitions.

Corey's qualifications for receiving extended school year services are 

• blindness since birth
• firmly placed all over  the autism spectrum
• mood disorders (temper tantrums) that require an extensive behavior modification plan.
• severe learning disablities that impeded his abilities to make inferences, to grasp the big picture. 

Corey's strengths. 

• He can play the piano like Nat King Cole He loves to play the piano. He looks forward to playing the piano. In fact, he looks forward to playing the piano so very much that even while thinking about playing the piano he is pained with the idea, the reality that any piano time he starts will come to an end. This ending haunts him. He does not want to go!

In a nut shell Corey's strength is his biggest weakness. His relationship with the piano, the music, the prowess, the sensations consume him. This passion, this distraction, pulls him off of most every moment. Even when he is playing the piano he often lapses into a reverie of "I don't wanna go!, I don't wanna go!".

Stages of IDWG

1. The first few "IDWGs" are nearly internal, barely audible whispers. They are paired with an also nearly impercievalbe and yet very distinctive head twist. 
2. "IDWG" becomes louder the head twist is stronger and more frequent. Begins to tap the back of his hand on his chest.
3. "IDWG" becomes louder and the tapping becomes full force hitting with the back of his hand and wrist onto his chest. The head twist becomes stronger to the point that it looks like a chiropcter is invisably cracking his top joint. Head twist becomes body swaying with some random air punches and grabs
4. "IDWG" at the top of his lungs with  thrashing  of body , spitting, grabbing, punching and instead of hitting his chest he bangs  his head with the back of his hand until it bleeds. Head thrashing moves into his entire body.
5. Vocalization stops. Body thrashing becomes  full tazmanian devil dervishing!  It looks like he is wrestling 3 invinsible demons.

"I don't wanna go" 

No fracking joke, he doesn't want to go! He doesn't want to go so very deeply that he is a danger to himself and to everyone around him.

I only worked with Corey for  6 weeks, but in that 6 weeks he taught me a great deal about transitions. I aim to be where I am when I am there. I am right now on my way to India. Big transition right? Oh yes, but no bigger than it needs to be. This morning I saw an American sunrise somewhere over the US flying form Durham NC to Dallas Texas. It was so beautiful. I did not wish it away with wanting to be anywhere else. It was a strangely muted sunset with a turquoise blue beige green yellow pink orange situation going on. The clouds underneath looked like white grey sand with little ghost crab worm holes. Those little white crabs that come out at night, turns out they make holes in the clouds too.

I am not trying to be dick here, I am not trying to down play this trip, but this trip is like all doped up.  I am Lance Armstronging  it.  I am going to India with all of the advantages: many American dollars, my best yoga buddies are already there waiting for me, I have fresh water in my bag, and I have husband at home already missing me. 

I am simply not a nervous traveler. People are talking many languages, wearing bindis, having nose rings. I am already in the minority with my pale skin and blue eyes and I am still here in the US. 

I have wanted to go to India my entire life, and yet I am glad that I am not banging my head in anguish that it is almost over, as I sit here in Dallas . The most lovely little  girl just rolled her fantastic little girl rolling luggage by me. Her smile was to die for. I am in love with her and yet I am fine that... well... that was it for us. That smile, that glimpse of her purple outfit and wonderful well-raised little girl posture as she rolled her perfect  little girl luggage by me was our moment. 

What if it really is all about the real transition,  the final "I Don't Wanna go?"

These tiny transitions we make are merely training for the big show. 

Next time  my mom dies I want to be able to really be there. I want to be able to sit there and be there and spoon her crushed ice when she wants it. I want to be able to sit in silence as she breathes and sort of sleeps and also is alive and smiles at me with her eyes closed and her intellect nearly gone. 

I must practice. I must practice to get ready for the next time my mom dies.... 

I don't want to "I don't want to go" on her next time.  I want to be fully there with her the whole way.  I don't want to be gone in thoughts of wanting and fixing and grasping, I want to be there. I want to be here.

Hi mom. I am going to India today.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Some of the varsity of Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham
celebrating New Year's Day with a Led Primary Series

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Leo Tolstoy Anne Karenina

All happy ashtanga communities are alike.

faulkner, little man, TIM, neek and antonio
at the barn in charlotsville

Of course these communities are not exactly alike, but they are alike in that they all have many of the attributes that make up our happy ashtanga community.

A space, perhaps beautiful, that makes people feel welcome, even inspired. There is a picture, image or sculpture  of hanuman hung or displayed somewhere in the space.Tim Miller says so!! This space is clean. It is heated in the winter and perhaps there is a little fan or a window open in the summer. Ashtangis only natural enemy is air-conditioning.

David Williams leading us through
Primary Series at Skip and MaryAnn's studio
Silk Hope NC 

A core group of dedicated long term or will be long term type of ashtangis with 4-6 day a week regular practices. This core group of ashtangis welcomes and practices next to the satelitte members of the community.

• once a weekers that have been doing ashtanga forever and are just clinging to that once a week practice.
• the led primary people. where do they come from?
• the sunday morning vinyasa divas in the fancy outfits of hard tail or lululizlemmon boutique level of stunning.
• the newbies that grunt and giggle 
• the visiting ashtangis that are part of another happy ashtanga communitees core group of dedicateders. 
• this holiday season we had many wonderful visitors come practice with us and some of us went and practiced in other  happy studios. It was like a holiday ashtangi exchange program!  

There is a sort of set day or practice, not set in stone, but sort of set, when  the people go out together and eat and/or drink tea and coffee. This sort of set going out is most often for anyone and everyone to join, the one big happy family rule firmly in place.

faulkner and the beaver queen

the Leslies at the Barn during a Lino workshop

There is a massage therapist. Ours in named Patrick Robinson. Each community feels that there massage therapist is THE BEST massage therapist. Even though this amazing, and strong being does not practice ashtanga, he is a part of our community none the less. He loves ashtanga almost as must as we do. He helps keep us from falling off our fiscal, I mean physical cliff.

There is a hair stylist. Ours is named Ray Lingle, and not to brag, but he won the Beaver Pageant in 2011. Once a month he volunteers at the Duke Cancer Center where he cuts patient's hair, helping them get through treatments and growing there hair back after treatments. He cuts and styles their wigs. He also plays piano in the Cancer Center lobby to lighten the spirits of all who listen. He works in an Aveda Salon and therefore we are happy and we have great smelling product too!

Bobbi Misiti and Skip at BeFitYoga
in Harrisburg PA

There is an ambasador. The amabasdor is one of the core group of dedicated practicers and has one of those jobs that takes him or her all over the country and maybe even world. We  are lucky  to have  two official amabassdors. Skip and Dan. They go lots of places and wherever they go, they do ashtanga. It is always wonderful to hear of other communities and know that ashtanga is ashtanga all over the place. We have a budding ambasador named Farnoosh. She shows great promise in spreading the ashtanga happiness all over the wherever she travels to type of personality.

Satelite Communities that are a part of us.  We have a bunch! OBX, Maui, Richmond, Harrisburg, Charlottesville and of course Philadelphia.  We even have tiny satellite communities right here in our area.  Ride the Breath and Ashtanga Yoga Cary are part of us. We are friends and buddies and live close enough to practice at each other's studios. We all share the doctor.

Dr. Dan with the DG during an inspired
second series class at Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham

There is a doctor. This doctor DOES practice ashtanga and IS one of the core group of dedicated long termers. This doctor does not actualy treat the community, but is able to offer advice on where to go and what to worry about and what to not worry about. I once got a sudden and awful case of dizziness while doing ashtanga during a workshop I was hosting.  It was scary and awful and yucky. All of the yogis were like: "Maybe too much coffee, maybe not enough coffee, maybe you are pregnant, maybe its just stress, is it a new moon?...." The doctor pulled me away from the yogis, did a few hand moves in front of my eyes, asked a few questions and told me what he thought it was. He wrote it down and told me to go to my primary physician ASAP and get a second opinion. Our doctor was correct. I was not suffering from a psychic smack-down from practice hard during a full moon, I had benign positional vertigo.

Our community is chock full of doctors. We in fact , of course not to continue to brag, but we have a mulha bandha surgeon. She repairs female's pelvis floors with a robotic suit AND she travels the world teaching other doctors how to use the robotic suit.

We are located within spitting distance of Duke University so we have  perhaps more than our fair share of poetry and cultural studies types of doctors too. Many of these Phd type of doctors are with us for only a few years, but since it is such an intense time in their lives they seem to leave an indelible print on the community and remain a part of it/us even when they go off and seek the glory of the tenure track teaching postion in far away lands.

• Karina of Rutgers
• Janele of Kalamazoo
• Laury of Wisconsin
• Aurelia of Dacian Avenue 

Our current brood of PhD candidates are a very special bunch and it is going to super sad to see them head off into the tenure track, but we know from experience to appreciate them while they are here with us. 

And every once in a great while a community is fortunate enough to have one of these PhDers get the job right here! The Amazing Dr. Towns got the job at University of Chapel Hill. He recently purchased a home right here in our community  conviently located between work and yoga. How sweet is that? We get to keep Dr. Towns! In fact, we christened his new house with an after led primary series New Year's Day Ashtangi Brunch!

So about that quote from Tolstoy's  Anna Karenina. I read the book and  saw the movie. Even though I of course love Anna and her brother, they do skim the cream off the top of life, and they do this as a general rule. This habit of living on the cream is what I think made them unhappy. For me  to be happy I had to learn to give up the impulse of grasping for the cream. To really really get at the ashtanga I must work and play by the rules. Not the rules that are made up, but the real rules. The rules and laws of gravity and nature and food and water and mind and matter. The fun stuff and the passion are fun and passoinate, but they are merely the cream. They are not the contents. Every happy ashtanga community follows the rules. And the rules is, well there is only one rule, and that rule is practice. I strongly suggest you find  a group of people that ascribe to this rule and practice with and amongst them.

with love and gratitude,
Suzanne Faulkner
Head Coach and Varisty Cheerleader
Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham

A.I. gives us a few closing words on the importance of "practice". We know! We know! 

Mind the Struggle

Warning!! 

This a Star Trek: Original Series inspired blog piece

This morning during Mysore practice one of my students was working on Bakasana. There was mention of hovering, of floating, of pressing away form the Earth. Images pertaining to opposing forces lit up my mind.I remember a Star Trek episode where the team beams down onto a planet of miners, digging in the dirt for the benefit of intellectuals dwelling in a city in the clouds. This cloud city  was sustained by some anti-gravity technology that required  a rare mineral that was of course mined by the cave people. This episode The Cloud Minders (3rd season) was classic late 60's social commentary: the uneducated vs. the intellectual, physical labor vs. intellectual energy, poor vs. rich, Etc..The hovering city populated by the fancy people above, and the sweaty grunting cave dwelling Troglodytes on the planets surface below.  

Fancy people
living up in the clouds

Troglodytes
on the
planets
surface

The yogi in Bakasana embodied the internal struggle I am going through to rectify  the play of opposites inside my self. Earth and Heaven, body and mind, sweat and synaptic processing, worker and thinker, school teacher and yogi.

I am struggling with my letting go of my Trogoldyte roots. And yet I do not want to ever let go of my Troglodyte roots. I do not want for one moment to be a Cloud Minder, a better than, a superior. And yet here I sit cross legged at 8:33 AM in my house in a neighborhood that has recently become quite fond of itself. I have a yoga studio upstairs and an Alexander studio in the front room in this nice house in the now fancy location. Me, a 12 year veteran of public school teaching has been awarded the unthinkable luxury of time! Time to write, time to think, time to do  yoga. My dear  friends and former colleagues are at work, in the trenches, teaching  children how to read and write and think, and yet they have no time themselves to read and write and think.. My husband too, is in those same trenches, as I tippy-tap on my little Mac book he is on the front line of  the social inequality war, working for and serving the Hispanic population of Durham NC .He speaks  Spanish and is a translator and interprator, but really he is an advocate for those who have no voice in our school system. He is such a worker bee, and yet in marrying him I have been able to let go of my  full-time job in that public school system and realize a life long dream of being a full-time Alexander Technique teacher. I now have time for my Ashtanga yoga practice and even time for writing about how I feel about having time to write!  

So where is the struggle?

Here is the struggle.....  One of the best things about my Alexander and yoga teaching has always been that I offer the worker bees (myself included in this grouping)  an entry point into the world of self study by being a living example of having a full-time job AND making time for self study. I was a monument, a physical marker to remind my colleagues (and myself) we can partake in the benefits of self study. We belong. 

uh oh.... I am no longer one of them.  I did not hustle off  to the cave at dawn nearly spilling coffee on my made in China Dress Barn  school teacher costume. I worry I am slipping into the realm of the hovering city. I am starting to think I don't really deserve this luxury of time, this reapping of harvest. How have I gotten out of doing lunch duty? Who do I think I am? .... Help I've been assisted into a strong supportive vertical position and I keep hurling myself back to the ground in a heap of something like guilt and somehow shame, with a strong dash of melancholy for the trenches.

Who is the hero?

What is the conflict?

When is time more abundant?

Where is the entry point? 

Why must I see things as black and white , good and evil,  us and them?

How do I define myself now? If I am not the school teacher yogi... who am I?

How is any of this relevant to my yoga practice?

I will tell you.  ... when I figure it out I will tell you.

I have a feeling the relevance boils down to being worthy. I CAN  dwell in the high-faluting city of clouds because my ability to hover is not supplied by the sweat of others. And  I can still be a Troglodyte because I AM that. My ability to dwell in the city of clouds is made possible by the steam rising off my cave dwelling ashtanga yoga doing self. I am the coal miner and the bearer of the  rare and beautiful gems. I am the hero and also the reason the hero must work so damn hard. I am the rising conflict and the resolution. I am what makes the story interesting. I am a complicated force of opposing actions interacting for the greater good. I am the struggle!

What if the struggle is not the problem?  What if the struggle is the answer?

Faulkner on the surface of planet Earth
taking some time to sight see
while in Tel Aviv studying Alexander Technique
I'm so fancy now!!

Ms Faulkner is.....

a) losing a part of her identity to allow for its entirety 

b) missing some details so as to remember the reason

c) Crushing on Mr. Lang

d) Finding her voice

Mr. Spock gets a little action

as does Kirk

October Images Spiders and M&M's

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October Images:  spiders n candy with a football analogy thrown in

SPIDERS

 October is SO beautiful in North Carolina.  All  North Carolininias are  outside taking walks,  riding bikes, talking about the great sunshine and the wonderful weather.  The spiders seem to be  just as pleased with this month as the humans. They are everywhere making  fantatic webs and adding to the  glory that is October in  North Caolina’s  Piedmont. 

I was explaining  to a student to not puff open the bottom of her rib cage in samasthithi.  Words were flying out of my mouth … and then the image of the Golden Orb Spider and her special web came to me and saved me from all of the words.

“Like the spider that makes her web like this”

I zig zaggged a web on her lower ribs. She got it. She is a gardener, a grower of vegetables and spices. I wouldn't use the spider web image on every student, but I  had a feeling this yogi would get it.

Not only did she get it, she took this picture and sent it to me later that same day! 

Golden Orb Spider in yogis garden

image of a Golden Orb Spider webbing together the lower ribs

If  picture is worth a thousand words ... I'm done here!

(and yet, I go on!)

CANDY

 This analogy was first used  by me in a led class when a student asked me to explain mulabandah. I had my mouth full of sanskrit, and could hardly even think let alone verbally explain mulabandah in any language, while leading a primary series.  So I threw out a hail mary pass (there is the football analogy) in the form of this image--your torso is a bag of M&Ms with a little opening in the bottom... Mulabandha is the act of sealing up that hole with thought. “Don’t let your candies fall out  of the little hole in the bottom of your M & M's bag.. Seal the  bottom of the bag, with your mind“.

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m&m torso with little hole in bottom of bag
m&ms falling out of bag

husband actual at the Nasher  Museum of Art experiencing Utkatasana in a recent art exhibit!

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Garrigues 4th visit to

Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham 

November 16^th 17^th and 18^th

^{in the spirit of AYCD's donation based approach}

^{this workshop is being offered on sliding scale}

^{$175.00-$225.00}

^{email suzanne to reserve your space: suzyruth2@yahoo.com}

David Garrigues is the director of the Ashtanga Yoga School of Philadelphia. He is one of a few teachers in the US certified to teach Ashtanga Yoga by Yoga Master Sri K Pattabhi Jois. As an Ashtanga Ambassador he bases his teachings on the idea that 'Anyone can take practice.' said by Sri K Pattabhi Jois. He is dedicated to sharing the beauty and soul of Ashtanga Yoga with everyone.

David's mission is to be part of an ever wider circle of people who are dedicated to exploring the living, contemporary, lineage of Ashtanga Yoga. He wants to join with enthusiastic people who are open and committed to learning and applying the teachings in ways that promote physical, psychological, and spiritual growth in themselves and others.

This workshop will be a lively, inspirational, and in-depth investigation into asana practice and theory. The various classes will help improve understanding of how asana is the practice of awakening the entire 'inner field' of the body, a process that shows us how to be more joyous, safe, and effective in the yoga. We'll study foundational principles that help us think creatively about how to make progress in and refine each asana within the context of the given sequence. 

We'll explore the subtleties of Vinyasa to:

1. *Improve the transitions into and out of postures
2. *Discover the root alignment principles
3. *Explore how we can remain conscious, alert, and grounded in the 'immovable spot'
4. *Perfect the “crouch and spring”
5. *Invigorate the postures by tuning into and illuminating, the fiery pillar of light, the vertical centerline, the glorious Pranic axis of the body
6. *Expand and free the Shakti, the creative power, by learning how to utilize Mula, Uddiyana, and Jalandhara bandhas properly
7. *Experience how the flow of life force along the central axis can become a continual fountain, an ever-renewing source, of psychological growth, insight and self-knowledge.   

Types of classes:

1. Mysore Style Class

Intended for those students who have a regular practice in the Ashtanga system. 

Receive helpful, inspiring individual instruction in a group setting. David has been conducting daily Mysore classes for more than 15 years. He shares his knowledge generously with care, passion, and precision!  

2. Pranayama Class

We'll work with basic pranayama including ujjayi (victorious breath), viloma (interrupting the breath), and khumbhaka (retaining the breath), and also explore a portion of the Ashtanga pranayama sequence as taught by Sri K. Pattabhi Jois. 

3. Chanting Yoga Sutra's and Lectures

Chanting the Yoga Sutras is an excellent way to experience the sound vibrations of the Sanskrit language as a means to deepening your understanding of the eight limbs.  See below for the lecture topics.  These sessions will hopefully inspire each of us to go further in our daily asana practice and to appreciate how the Ashtanga vinyasa practice is powerfully centered within the greater context of Yoga.  

Friday

6-8pm Light on Ashtanga Yoga:

Subtleties of Breathing and the Asanas of Surya Namaskara

Saturday

8-10am Mysore-style practice

10-11am Pranayama

11:30-1:00pm Chanting & Discussion: 

Ashtanga's Dynamic Dimension

Sunday

8-10am Led Primary Series

10-11am Pranayama

11:30-1:00pm  Chanting & Discussion: 

Secrets of Mudra: Bandha Control is Mind Control

1:00-2:00pm Coffee and food items downstairs

Sign up has begun for ashtangis able to commit to the whole event in its entirety.

In the spirit of AYCD's donation based approach we are offering this workshop on a sliding scale basis.

 $175.00- $225.00 for the entire weekend all classes

 Partial participation sign up will begin in a few weeks 

Direct Instruction on Mysore Style Social Skills

Being strong as an ox and stubborn as a mule has many advantages. In the Mysore room my strength has granted me access to many poses that others must develop from scratch, and my stubbornness has kept me doing Ashtanga for over 20 years, many of those years I have been without a teacher. When given the choice between exacting protocol and feral, I lean towards feral, and without a teacher I not only leaned towards my preference, it started to take over.
I was raised an athlete, I have been in an intimate relationship with gravity as it pertains to my body and  sport for many decades now.Ahh...here's the rub...., the Mysore room is not a gymnasium, and it is not the weight room, nor is it the track. Each of those venues has a set of social skills that the athlete partaking in the sport learns and embodies. I know the social skills of those venues. I learned them from my coaches and from the other athletes as we all grew into the correct way of interacting with the sport at hand.  And then came the Mysore room.

My first Mysore room was me and three friends, it was just us, it was entirely ours. One of us would adjust and the other three would practice. We would call our teacher Annie Pace (then Grover) once every few weeks to check in, and ask questions. We were very serious, but we were also friends. There was talking,  laughing, adjusting each other, admiring of a new yoga top.......
This went on for over five years. Then we opened up a yoga studio and the rules changed a bit, but we were still us. This went on for ten years. And this is how I came to be in such desperate need of direct instruction of the social skills that apply to the Mysore room. Help I am a Mysore style Ashtanga yoga teacher and I can't shut up.

Cut to the present day... about three weeks ago.
I get a call from David. Our teacher /student relationship stakes have been raised, I am now one of only three people  in his teacher apprentice program, it is rigorous and not just physically. He called to get clear on some things, and one of those things was the way I conduct myself in the Mysore room. Very awkward when the  "King" himself has to tell you how to act in front of him. He had spoken with me about my talking, my too much interactions with other yogis, my need to focus on myself on my own mat while we were in the Mysore room. He had done this MANY times in the Mysore room, but now I am getting a stronger message because the asanas are not there to be some sort of excuse for me to look around. The asanas are not there for me to hide my habit of poorly trained  dristi gobbling. Basically, David is asking me if I really want to be in his teacher apprentice program or if I want to continue to disregard his Mysore room protocol. Wow, it is uncomfortable to held responsible for  my behavior.


Last week I went to  a Five Day Mysore Intensive taught by David at the Outer Banks of North Carolina. My main focus was on the Mysore room protocol, the code of conduct that David had gone over with me on the phone. The night before going off for the intensive my husband was reading The Mahabharata to me,  when he read this passage he stopped in the middle of it and said,"Oh this is for you in the Mysore room!"

So as to not get off topic replace: king with teacher, King with DG, and God with Guru.

 A little back story: A king in hiding, is getting some pointers on how behave while in the presence of another King.

"In the proximity of a king, you will have to keep in mind a few important rules. Being a king yourself, you will not have known them. Only a commoner serving a king could realise that  it is a knife-edge existence. Far happier are those who never see their king except when he passes along, riding an elephant, in a procession. One who serves a king is serving an embodiment of God and must adjust his distance suitably. Never enter the King's presence without announcing yourself and seeking his permission. Never occupy a seat at the court which may rouse the envy of another. Don't offer any counsel unasked. Don't talk unnecessarily or carry gossip, but remain silent and alert at all times. Never give any occasion for him to repeat a command. In the King's presence one should be gentle in speech and avoid vehemence and the expression of anger or contempt. On should not laugh too loudly nor display undue gravity. One should not dress like the King, nor gesticulate while speaking, nor mention outside what has transpired in the King's presence. Be available to the call of the King but don't be obtrusive." Thus Dauyma went on expounding the code to be followed by a courtier.

• Why do I need direct instruction on the social skills as they pertain to the Mysore room? Some people don't pick up on social cues the way others do, and I am obviously one of those people. The real question, the important question for me is, now that I have been given such instruction will I take it? Can I take it? Now that I am aware that my behavior needs changing, will I shape my behavior accordingly... Do I want this? 
• so many ideas come to me form this: why is not talking, not being loud important.
• can other people really turn in and concentrate on inside of them, what the frack is wrong with me that I always feel like one of the ducks flying in formation, i feel all of us? why can't i just be ONE of the ducks?  I have embodied the team thing so deeply it is hard for me to just be only me.
• how deep is this habit of weak drisit? What aspect of myself is it serving?
• how selfish is this weak dristi? If I can think of my dristi as helpful to others, that will probably help me to change, but I feel so selfish concentrating on  just me.....

There it is... The doormat in the center of the universe! "Help, I have low self esteem and I am taking it out on my fellow ashtangis....."

the worm

the worm is the spice/ the spice is the worm

Jackie-Joyner Kersee

the pose is the vinyasa/ the vinyasa is the pose

you are it/ it is you

During a recent yoga class I teach called, "As much of the Primary Series as we get through to allow for a long closing," I changed it up a bit during navasana and had  the class think about the  pose as the vinyasa and the vinyasa as the pose. So the lifting up and controlling the lift back to your boat WAS the pose and the boat was what we used to get into the next lifting up and controlling down. The linguistic change hopefully fuels a change in thinking so that  the  picking up  between the boats is not  a throw away move, it IS the pose. The vinyasa IS the yoga.


When I was in college I did the heptathlon, a seven-event track and field competition that occurs over two days. Day one: 100 meter hurdles, high jump, shot put, 200 meters, day two: long jump, javelin, 800 meters. The events are always in the same order, it is methodical. Well, it can be methodical if  an athlete is willing and able to approach it in this manner. During the  two day event it is fair to say that most of the time and a good bit of the energy is spent between the events, getting the high jumping shoes ready, changing the spikes back over to the long jump spikes so I could be ready for that, making sure I had my shot put  and my lucky towel when it was time to  do the shot put, javelin and javelin shoes on when it was javelin time. Where is my javelin glove? Maybe Amy has it? There was a great deal of equipment to keep up with, and  I was responsible for being in the correct place, at the correct time, with the correct  gear on my body.

During my time as a heptathlete I was always ready for the next event in that I showed up at the correct starting line with the correct gear on my body and/or in my hands, but I squandered the  time in between the events. I realized this error years after I had graduated from college when I read an article about  Jackie Joyner-Kersee. She spoke of the heptathlon far deeper than the usual way people reference it, a two day seven-event  event requiring stamina, mobility, speed and explosive strength blah, blah, blah, but rather JJ-K spoke of the mental focus, the inner strength, the grace and smoothness required for the heptathlon.  I nearly cried. How had I not seen the vinyasa of the heptathlon? I had been fooled by the athleticism of it all, I had thought of it as the events.  JJ-K thought of it as, well as one big entity. She described how she would choose  exactly where to sit in between each event, she would draw a mental map of her course that was to take place between the events. She even chose what she was going to think about in between each event because she knew herself and her  events deeply enough to know what she needed to guard herself against and what she needed to focus on to get the best out of herself. Of course she had her spikes and gloves and equipment all ready, but she also had her entire person hood ready. The vinyasa of her heptathlon was a strong part of what  made her heptathlon such a thing of beauty. The stamina of her heptathlon was not just in her heart and lungs it was in her mind, it was in her entire-ness. Her seven events were glued together by predetermined, well thought out actions that were designed to smooth her out of and into the next event. Her actions and thoughts and gestures in between her events where an integral part of her athleticism, and therefore an integral part of her whole self.

And so here I am a fifty year old woman beginning a new phase in my life; taking on the third series of Ashtanga yoga.  My teacher, David Garrigues lives in Philadelphia so I must get up to study with him every few weeks. When he began to give me poses in the third series he made it clear that  I needed to come up and check-in with him every few weeks, I agreed to this, I wanted to learn those poses. In  July I had been given a big chunk of poses to work on. This  chunk of poses is chock filled with difficult "events", poses that taken individually are tough, and  put together as a group are seemingly impossible, but I worked on them for six weeks and headed on up to Philly for a check-in.

 The highlight of  this most recent check-in  was after the first pose of the third series, Vasishthasana, a wonderful pose that is difficult and exacting and a thing of beauty when done well. David  leaned over  me and says in his enthusiastic, make you feel like you have done something so worthwhile manner, "Whoah!, Good up dog!" I nearly cried.....because, well.... this time, this era, this time around I will not squander the vinyasa. The vinyasa is it. IT is the  internal stamina, it is the grace of mind. The poses, they are nice, they are wonderful, I adore them, but the vinyasa is the thing.

Skip getting a "Whoah, Great updog!" from DG
during a workshop at Ashtanga Yoga Club Durham.
DG had been wanting him to  engage his legs during the vinyasa
from updog to down dog. And Whoah, he did it!