Why I don't trust anyone who 'loves' yoga.
In all fairness, EVERYONE thinks THEIR style of yoga is the BEST. Even secretly. Or their teacher. I get that and am very honest, that right NOW, for me, Ashtanga is the best yoga that I could be practicing.
I COMMITTED to the practice after working with Richard Freeman (be patient cuz I know a lot of this blog lately is a RF tribute blog) and then I STRUGGLED with the commitment.
Prior to that I waas practicing Forrest, mainly, pretty much for two years which started with prepping for the Advanced training and post training, after which I TOTALLY understood it. After my commitment post Esalen, I wandered back to it because I knew I was facing a BEAST.
SO, lately I honored my commitment, and then in the last few weeks it STUCK. And facing the beast is now my practice.
Forrest is also a LOT of facing the BEAST. So is Bikram. You can hate him all you want, walking in that classroom day after day is hard. It toughens you up mentally.
When I went back to Ashtanga recently, the mental beast was ‘I am too old to do some of this’, ‘my hips don’t rotate externally’, ‘I will never get Marych B and D’.
Now those ideas are melting.
I love this blog because this blogger knows every day in class there will be a new beast to slay.
However, not everyone wants to do that. A lot of yogis wanna feel good, listen to come good tunes, I give it a 73 cuz you can dance to it, lights and flashy yoga clothes. I get it.
But yoga is also a DISCIPLINE for your life. You slay one beast and another is right behind it. Last week I was worried about third series.
Then when this all caught on for me RECENTLY, I am like yes. It is a breathing/moving meditation. When I get to that place, the beast diminishes, and the place is blissful. I am in it for the ride.
