The Winter of Yoga's Discontent?

...the Vatican’s chief exorcist...yeah, apparently, they still have one o’ those...has called yoga satanic...meaning that, if there’s one thing fundamentalist Protestants, fundamentalist Muslims, and, now, the high orders of the Roman Catholic church can agree on, it’s that this ancient practice is bad, bad, BAD...and that’s not even mentioning the fundamentalist Hindus in India who object to westerners practicing yoga, or the many western yogis...at least in the blogosphere...who disapprove of most other western yogis....what was that about yoga meaning union???....Lululemon’s hawking handbags celebrating selfishness, a good friend and one of the best yoga teachers I know just made the #1 spot in a list of “locals we’d like to see naked” in Philadelphia magazine, and winter’s comin’ on....whatever...I gotta practice...

Maybe About as Poetic, Spiritual, or Philosophical as I'm Likely to Get at This Point

...been reading lotsa yoga philosophy...rereading, mostly, but paying more attention this time...taking notes...as well as just basking in all that high-falutin’ spiritual shit...

...there’s really no problem here. We can be absolutely human and divine at the same time.
Amrit Desai

...and I’m into all that, of course...have gone on record here as saying that, to me, yoga’s all about openness....while generally avoiding the ever-flowing stream of what-it’s-all-about-and-more-importantly-what-it-isn’t arguments that tend to fill the blogosphere...(along with the pompous expressions of egolessness and meanspirited lectures on loving-kindness)...if ever oscillating between not caring and caring enough I can’t deal with it....

Logic and sermons never convince,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
Walt Whitman

...for me, really, on a purely practical level, it’s ultimately about getting from point a to point b....no, not samsara to nirvana...not atman to brahman, either...not even self-loathing to self-acceptance...(nor flabby ass to buns of steel).....more getting myself out of bed in the morning to somehow finding my way restful sleep at night...and, for now, that may be about as poetic, spiritual, or philosophical as I’m likely to get...