...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 *
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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....
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.
:-)....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.
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. :)
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)
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?
whether hippie fits or not is up to you to decide, but you definitely have your own unique coolness. ;D
The concept of “chemistry” on a sports team has become the stuff of cliché over the years. Nobody seems to have the same definition for what it is, or what produces it. But last fall, three researchers at the University of California, Berkeley, took a serious look at one of the most obvious signs of camaraderie on a team—touching.
Every movement has it's lunatic fringe. I don't think the fringe defines the movement. I think using the word "hippie" to describe any of these people is like using the word "explorer" to describe Cortez or Hernando de Soto.
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