Saturday, April 9, 2011

An Alleged Yoga Hippie Goes to the Dentist


...the yoga streak ended at fifty-two days...number of weeks in a year...number of United States, if Washington D.C and Puerto Rico were admitted to the union...letters in the alphabet if you turn around at Z and go back...half a yoga mala if you take it easy and skip the last four....due to a toothache that led to four hours of intense dental work beginning at around 7:30 Thursday morning....which, could, of course, be seen as a very yogic exercise in maintaining stillness in the face of pain and discomfort...perhaps even contentment...but I ain’t there, yet...

...would I be a really bad yogi to point out the strikingly potent effects of practicing ujjayi and dirgha pranayama with laughing gas streaming in through the nostrils?...

...breathe in the nitrous, relax, feel, watch, allow...
Ancient and Revered Yoga Cynic Sutra 438:92

...complained to the teacher after last Monday’s kundalini class about her making us do that let’s-all-sit-in-a-circle hippie shit...she smiled, suggested I secretly like the touchy-feely stuff...(rumors, apparently, have been swirling since the month at Kripalu...when, allegedly, I hugged lots of people with minimal justification)...laughed and said ”go eat some granola”.....................(which, by the way, I do happen to have for breakfast most mornings...get it at the co-op...but really don’t see how that necessarily makes me a yoga hippie)...




* related matters are discussed in my latest post at Elephant Journal...Trials of a Yoga Cynic *

9 comments:

Fred the hippy said...

Y'know Jay..... You really do have a perfectly squirly sense of what it means to breathe with the forest.... At times its perfectly in sync....and at others ... well you peal back and expose the most fundamental hypocricy
of anyone who might notice the former....

Meredith LeBlanc said...

Crickey...the only thing that gets me through the dentist pranyama. And Novocaine.

And granola and dentist in the same blog kinda makes my teeth hurt.

LauraX said...

:-)....the crunchies can really creep up on a person, next thing you know you'll be packing up your Birkenstocks and wool socks and moving to VT....I've seen it happen before.

Sara said...

I am loving your blog, Jay! I agree with your yoga teacher. You seemed to be basically pretty happy at Kripalu and no more critical of all the touchy feely stuff than many of us. Hmm, maybe instead of talking about hippie shit it should be oh shit I'm a hippie. :)

earthtoholly said...

Ouch!...not the procedure, but your bill for 4 hours! (My most recent 1.5 hr. dental visit was $1200, so I can imagine...) I do hope that you're no longer hurtin', though, and that all is well.

I'm afraid that I might not be able to sit in a touchy-feely circle without giggling...immaturity, lack of discipline or both, I'm afraid. But, I've never tried, either.

Alleged yoga hippie??? You're kiddin', right? :o)

Lydia said...

Oh, heck no, eating granola most mornings that you buy at the co-op doesn't make you a yoga hippie at all. It makes you THE yoga hippie. :)
I hate to broach the subject, but does the mastication of crunchy granola have anything to do with your dental problem?

Y is for Yogini said...

whether hippie fits or not is up to you to decide, but you definitely have your own unique coolness. ;D

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