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November 30, 2007

That's Why it's Called Practice

If you're newer to Yoga, you might notice that sessions or classes are often referred to as "practice" -- we speak of "practicing Yoga,' "doing my practice," "I practiced with so-and-so," etc. There's a good reason for this. Yoga works with our bodies, minds and souls to restore our sense of unity, both within and without ourselves. One of the primary obstacles to this sense of unity are the "samskaras" under which we each operate. Samskaras are habitual patterns of thinking, relating and behaving -- traditional Yoga says we even bring our samskaras in from past lives. Whether or not you're a believer in the residue of past lives, if you've had any life experience at all, you probably know that certain samskaras run deep. Have you ever had trouble with dieting, quitting smoking, changing your mental attitude, relating differently with family members? That's right -- it takes practice.

Not only does it take practice, but once you've "got it," you can lose it! In other words, for most of us, our struggles continue to be our struggles. We keep working on ourselves and must remain diligent in our self-awareness. Recently it's been tough for me -- I've been watching my attitude slip, my weight rise, my old habits gaining some new momentum. The samskaras (in this case, family stuff) have been reasserting themselves. Sometimes it's like an archaeological dig -- you dig for a while, clear some layers of rock and sediment, take a rest, breathe freely, marvel at some of your findings -- and then there's the next layer. And so, my challenge is to return to the practice, realizing once again that while I may never be completely free of some of this residue (though always hoping that someday I might be), I have the tools with which to keep digging until the diamond underneath can again shine through.

November 25, 2007

True Karma Can't be Taught

While there are many meanings assigned to the word "Karma," one of them is selfless service, which is recognized as one of the four main paths of Yoga. When we study classical Yoga, we are taught that service to others leads us closer to realization of the Truth via transcendence of the individual ego. There are myriad opportunities for selflessness, whether it is through formal volunteerism, donations to charity, or just helping a woman take her baby stroller up the subway steps. While I have practiced all of these approaches, none of them has taken me to a state of mind equal to that of Jorge Munoz.

Mr. Munoz, "The Chicken and Rice Man," was profiled in this weekend's NY Times. He is a Colombian immigrant who lives with his mother and sister in Queens, driving a bus during the day and spending each night, as he has for the past three years, feeding dozens of homeless and/or unemployed immigrant workers in Jackson Heights with food he and his family prepare. EVERY NIGHT. He also provides Saturday breakfasts for 200 at seven locations, and 40 ham-and-cheese sandwich dinners on Sunday, his "day off." He does little else -- few friends, no hobbies. This kind of devotion to service can't be taught. I don't know what the majority of his life has been like, or what his relationship to his friends and family has been over the years, but somehow, Mr. Munoz came into this life with an intrinsic need to serve. Is he closer to the Truth? That I can't say. But as far as karma is concerned, I think I'd call him a Yogi.

November 13, 2007

Lying (around) in Wait

So I've had back pain for about 8 months now -- I am reasonably sure it's the result of a jammed or torqued sacroiliac joint and some exceptionally tight muscles around it but I'm about at the point where I want to get it looked at because it's annoying the hell out of me, and it's unmotivating and debilitating. There are days and times when it feels worse than others but overall it's always there. It makes me not want to practice Yoga because it hurts! It makes me not want to exercise, dance or otherwise move because it hurts! And it sucks! True, I have empathy for those with chronic pain and physical limitations but frankly, I thought I had a good enough amount of empathy before. I don't really believe it's not going to resolve itself, but it's a curiosity to me. My personal orientation is that physical problems have psychological roots so I'm wondering what might lie beneath. Stay tuned.