While a marathon may be an experience of individual triumph, our experience of last year’s terror remains collective. From near misses to eyewitnesses, our lesson should be how well connected we are. We count among our friends the fallen and heroes, and those left puzzling how their schoolmate “Zack” could have gone so wrong. Despite subsequent efforts of some to appropriate “Boston Strong” as a mere brand, it is both through our celebration of individual striving and shared determination that we remain strong this year.
I’ve posted this article by Doug Keller over at my teaching blog. I admire Doug Keller’s writing in Yoga Philosophy, which is certainly matched by his writing on yoga anatomy and therapeutics.
Originally posted on Wholehearted Yoga:
As many of you know, I sustained a shoulder injury in a fall on campus where I teach. This revealed an earlier shoulder injury. I am an admirer of Doug Keller’s work on yoga anatomy and philosophy. I recommend this article to you for good shoulder health in your personal practice.
Neck and shoulder pain is epidemic in our Web-surfing society, and the typical yoga practice may not cure it. Here are three easy poses to keep you pain-free.
I heard the blogger deliver this as a sermon at church. I think it’s a caution to those of us in the yoga community who would do “seva” abroad abstracted from the context of the people we would seek to serve.
Originally posted on Just Another Tree Hugger:
Imagine you are a parent of school age children here in Andover. The state has a budget crisis and stops paying the teachers. Some stay in exchange for food, but the majority of them are gone. But don’t worry, they tell you, we are going to replace the teachers with 19 and 20 year old college students from Switzerland. Some of them are majoring in education, some of them aren’t, but hey, they’re really enthusiastic. These college students will come for 4-8 weeks at a time, and then leave to be replaced by new college students. Even though these eager volunteers have never been to the US before, know little to nothing about our culture, and have little to no teaching experience, we expect you to be thrilled about this and very grateful for their time. These new temporary teachers will take pictures of your children without your permission and…
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Originally posted on The New England Peace Pagoda:
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I promise a more thorough accounting of my shoulder injury: what happened and what’s wrong. Suffice it to say that yesterday I received some very bad news, and that I appear to be in this for the long haul. I will not be popping handstands, arm balances, urdhva dhanurāsana, or any other poses requiring weight-bearing any time soon.
There are two things that I would share right now, a selection from Thomas Merton’s The Way of Chuang Tzu (New York: New Directions, 1965), and an excerpt from Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet.” The former popped into my head when I considered the extravagant mess that is my shoulder, and the latter popped up when I read today’s entry from Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows’s A Year with Rilke (New York: Harper Collins, 2009). Readers will forgive Merton’s somewhat freewheeling interpretation of Chuang Tzu, or Taoism through the lens of Catholic monasticism. It’s what I had available.
Four men got in a discussion. Each one said:
“Who knows how
To have the Void for his head
To have Life as his backbone
And Death for his tail?
He shall be my friend!”
At this they all looked at one another
Saw they agreed,
Burst out laughing
And became friends.
Then one of them fell ill
And another went to see him.
“Great is the Maker,” said the sick one,
“Who has made me as I am!
“I am so doubled up
My guts are over my head;
Upon my navel
I rest my cheek;
My shoulders stand out
Beyond my neck;
My crown is an ulcer
Surveying the sky;
My body is chaos
But my mind is in order.”
He dragged himself to the well,
Saw his reflection, and declared,
“What a mess
He has made of me!”
His friend asked:
“Are you discouraged?”
“Not at all! Why should I be?
If He takes me apart
And makes a rooster
Of my left shoulder
I shall announce the dawn.
If He makes a crossbow
Of my right shoulder
I shall procure roast duck.
If my buttocks turn into wheels
And if my spirit is a horse
I will hitch myself up and ride around
In my own wagon!
“There is a time for putting together
And another time for taking apart.
He who understands
This course of events
Takes each new state
In its proper time
With neither sorrow nor joy.
The ancients said: ‘The hanged man
Cannot cut himself down.’
But in due time Nature is stronger
Than all is ropes and bonds.
It was always so.
Where is there a reason
To be discouraged?”
[vi. 9.] (62-64)
I will confess that I am taking this new state with sorrow, however, though finding pockets of joy in the support of friends and teachers. Seeking solace in Rilke, I was quite surprised to find something more, and entirely appropriate:
To Trust Our Sadness
Consider whether great changes have not happened deep inside your being in times when you were sad. The only sadnesses that are unhealthy and dangerous are those we carry around in public in order to drown them out. Like illnesses that are treated superficially, they only recede for a while and then break out more severely. Untreated they gather strength inside us and become the rejected, lost, and unlived life that we may die of. If only we could see a little farther than our knowledge reaches and a little beyond the borders of our intuition, we might perhaps bear our sorrows more trustingly than we do our joys.
For they are the moments when something new enters us, something unknown. Our feelings grow mute in shy embarrassment, they take a step back, a stillness arises, and the new thing, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it all and says nothing.
Borgeby gärd, Sweden, August 12, 1904
Letters to a Young Poet”
Excerpt From: Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows. “A Year with Rilke.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/azUFv.l
At the center of each passage, however, is the ineffable, the Great Mystery. For that is what I find at the center of my experience thus far. May I keep this at the center of my experience, to learn from, and thus to teach it. For now, I’m off to procure roast duck.
This view is characteristic of Advaita Vedanta, and it is an interesting and appealing view. The view of non-dual Tantra, however, is that ultimate reality is both One and Many. In this view, the great diversity of the Many is also quite real, and key to the One’s understanding of Itself. In other words, I find it true to argue our fundamental unity, and beautiful to apprehend our great diversity.
Originally posted on Spiritbath:
Reading “6 Reasons You Should Stop Obsessing Over Alignment in Yoga Class,” makes me think I should write “6 Reasons You Should Stop Othering in Yoga Writing.” My training is in an alignment-based yoga practice, and I was taught to value and learn from a multiplicity of styles. I do not understand this rush to identify one’s own as “the real yoga.” There are many different views within yoga, and I do not understand how any of them are served by tearing down “the other(s).”
Originally posted on An A-Z of ELT:
‘The development and maintenance of every culture requires the existence of another different and competing alter ego. The construction of identity… whether Orient or Occident, France or Britain… involves establishing opposites and otherness whose actuality is always subject to the continuous interpretation and reinterpretation of their differences from us‘.
A discussion of otherness arose last week in my MA TESOL discourse analysis class. One of the students had posted this diagram from Kaplan’s (1966) seminal study of different, culturally-determined, styles of expository writing. According to Kaplan, text production is influenced by…
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