Saturday, August 23, 2014

8 things to consider about yoga etiquette

1. Get to class on time. Early is ‘on time’ and ‘on time’ is LATE. Set your mat. Get your
props. Settle down. Center. Socialize if you want to. Work on increasing your total
number of Facebook friends if you prefer. Or like me… Do a few crunches. But please be
on time. It is disruptive to others when you’re late. Whether you meant to or not, tardiness
will affect others by forcing them to shift mats around and by making unnecessary noise.
Organize your time efficiently and everyone will appreciate it, especially your teacher.

2. Think Airport Security. No metal. No shoes. No electronics. When you enter class
(kind of like when you board a plane), please switch your electronics to the “OFF”
position. I am ok if you bring water or any other beverage (even your double espresso
cappuccino from Starbucks-don’t ask). You don’t need your backpack, your coat, your
Bloomingdales brown bag or any other accessories. Oh, and is the noisy jewelry really
that necessary? That’s what lockers are for. All you need is your mat and a towel.
Simplify. Life is simple!

My first time

I’m thinking about my students: those who have opened or are opening their own studios; those who are pursuing their yoga certification; those who come to class to practice with me; those who have moved on to different paths and lands. Also thinking of my colleagues and the responsibility that we have when we stand before our students. And also, perhaps selfishly, thinking of my teaching and where is it taking me.

I had my first yoga experience almost ten years ago. It didn’t happen at a fancy yoga studio or fitness club—at a facility that provided bottled water or towels or complementary chair massages or expensive workshops. The magic happened in the living room of an acquaintance. The humble donation was five dollars per class. We didn’t have blocks, straps, or mats—only a few regular blankets and lots of floor. It was not love at first sight, but then I am not a love-at-first-sight kind of guy.

My guru’s accent wasn’t Indian but very Cuban. He didn’t have a Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram account—he didn’t even have a computer. He didn’t have a car, either, so every week some of his students would give him a ride to the studio so he could teach us.

The 8 Biggest Obstacles in Yoga

We all face various obstacles in our paths. Over the years in my yoga and meditation practice I have struggled with powerful “enemies.” Some of them haunt me consistently while others seem to come and go. When they appear, they can rob the beauty and life out of the practice by distracting us, shifting our focus onto things that are not important. Beware. They are out there, and they will show up when you least expect them. Let me introduce you to eight of mine.

Self. I was new to yoga—just a few months into it. I was feeling great—on top of the world. I was young, strong, fairly flexible, and the postures came to me naturally. But my mind was so convoluted. I was running through the poses, almost like eating without chewing. Trying to run before knowing how to walk. Breathe? Who cares about breath? I’m breathing now, right? I was speeding through the sequences, getting to the postures before my teacher’s cue, as if that were a sign of proficiency. I thought that getting into the asanas more quickly made them more effective. I was trying to make a statement to all the people around me. I got here first. I am the one—like the first man on the moon. I see this behavior a lot among my students. Often those who rush into the postures so quickly are the ones who don’t breathe properly, have poor alignment, and have yet to discover the deeper meaning of practice.

Can I Be of Service?

On one of the last Fridays of October, as I was fixing the lights and setting the temperature in the studio to teach my last class of the day, she walked in. I’d seen her many times before. We hadn’t talked or formally introduced ourselves, although I did assist her in class a few times in the past. She seemed to be rushing to get to the studio in time, but then, so are most other people at the 5.30pm class after a long week.

She always sets her mat at the same spot. She rarely takes a break. She is really into the practice. Her attention is there, she moves with ease, she explores some of the variations I offer, but she takes her time to enter the postures. She is present for her practice. It seems to me that she has been practicing for quite a while. Sometimes a teacher can sense a student’s particular approach to the practice, what kind of connection they have to the teachings. I’m always interested to see what I can learn about my students’ lives simply by observing how they move and express themselves through the postures. This woman really enjoys her time on the mat. And that, for me, is like catnip. It inspires me to become a better teacher every day.

Look at Your Mind

I wish my earliest yoga teachers had introduced me to the world of meditation, but I found it only when I began exploring different ways to connect to myself. It is said that the teachings appear only when you are ready—and it’s true.

I am glad and grateful that I learned postures and anatomy and that I became friends with my breath. Even though I was taught that yoga is a “way of being” and a dynamic meditation—and I did at times feel it in my heart and my body—for the most part the meaning and the feeling of true meditation were elusive, random, sporadic, and inconsistent.

It was only after I had been immersed in yoga for many years that I acquired a taste for sitting meditation. Even though I’m still a novice meditator, I can see how the practice is shaping me into a more conscious, healthier adult.

Here are some of the things I’ve noticed about myself that are changing, emerging, and dissolving since I’ve been maintaining a regular meditation practice.

2013: The Year I Lost and Found Myself

Emotional earthquakes followed by spiritual tsunamis and tropical heart storms characterized the beginning of my 2013. The only thing missing was an extra- terrestrial invasion. Heartache is never a fun ride.

I questioned everything—from academic choices, toothpaste choices, work choices, love choices, underwear choices, spiritual choices, to breakfast choices—except my own grief and sorrow. I mentally repeated dialogues, circumstances, events, and words, as if by repeating them over and over I would miraculously be able to change the natural course of events.

The truth can be painful to digest sometimes. There is no Pepto-Bismol for the heart— only time, the Ayurvedic cure.

My everyday life and responsibilities kept me going. My two cats greeting me every night by the door, waiting to be fed, kept me real. Taking myself to the movies on Friday nights became the highlight of my week.

A Break from Yoga

A few months ago I noticed a change in myself. I became more excited at the thought of going to the local gym full of artificially engineered badass muscle guys than chanting my oms at the yoga local studio. Soon, I had traded my five-minute instantaneous relaxation bliss for a fifteen-minute AB-RIPPER killer core workout. Something was off, especially considering that yoga has pretty much been my life for the last decade.

At first I thought that neglecting my practice and making such an illogical move would cause my students, my classes, and my own being to suffer. (Guilt always comes in handy and travels faster than the speed of light.) Since, however, I am trying to approach life in a more natural way, without automatic and “supposed to” responses, I kept teaching yoga while secretly diving into the world of push-ups, chin-ups, pull-ups, the elliptical, the treadmill, dumbbells, and workout gloves. But as my biceps were bulging and my six-pack erupting, I began to understand why this break from yoga was much needed. Let me explain.

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