Posts tagged ‘Real-Life Yoga’

November 10th, 2011

Are You Really a Yogi?

Wikipedia describes a yogi/yogini as one who practices Yoga. I think the word “practices” needs to be clarified, because practice doesn’t mean going through the motions, or only practicing the physical postures. A yogi is someone who practices the whole system of Yoga which includes meditation and other spiritual exercises. It used to be a term reserved only for the masters of the tradition. Sometimes those who “love Yoga” call themselves yogis, yet, given the true meaning of the word, probably their teachers would not even qualify (this does not mean they are bad teachers). A true yogi is definitely not interested in how hot their butt looks performing crow pose in their lululemons. A real yogi is focused on inward development and transformation. The title of “yogi” used to mean an advanced practitioner with a high level of spiritual insight.

A sculpture of a Hindu yogi in the Birla Mandir, Delhi

I am not a yogi. I’ve used the word before, but I try to avoid it. I’m far too human to be a yogi!

Gary Kraftsow describes the three general stages of human motivation and development as viewed by the ancients in his book “Yoga for Transformation”—the rogi, bhogi, and yogi.

Rogi: The first and least developed stage. The primary motive is personal gain, even at the expense of others. They are driven by self-interest and desire for material and sensual pleasures at any cost. They will use manipulation to get what they want. Think of the characters in the TV show “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.”

Bhogi: In the next stage, the primary motivator is desire for enjoyment and pleasurable experience. They seek the most comfort and benefit for themselves in any given situation, but are respectful and considerate of the interest of others. Not a bad stage to be at given the first stage.

Yogi: The final stage. “The primary goals of the yogi are to uphold responsibility (dharma), to serve the highest good, and, ultimately, to attain freedom (moksa). These goals are expressed in a dedication to helping others, even at the expense of personal self-interest. And, therefore, the yogi is an actualized expression of wholeness: a living symbol of the most basic goals of Yoga.” (Kraftsow, 14)

To clarify the meaning of freedom (moksa) in this context, it means “freedom from bondage and suffering. It is a wish to be free—at all levels . . . that is permanent or ultimate . . . the ultimate joy of returning to one’s source ” (Kraftsow ,12-13) as opposed to freedom that is temporary or relative which is the kind of freedom most of us are familiar with.

People rarely fit into defined, rigid categories (that’s what keeps it interesting) and we find ourselves in all stages at different times (but I hope not too often in rogi). As students of Yoga, I wonder if it’s possible to have one foot in bhogi land with one foot in yogi land—balanced between the everyday life of a layperson and the mystical world of a spiritual adept? Or do we just go back and forth between the two? Or maybe us regular folks get something completely different out of our yoga practice and the idea of being a yogi is just pointless and we should just be the best bhogi we can be while helping others and serving the highest good for our families and community?

October 7th, 2011

Real-Life Yoga: Where’s The Cheese?

I started my practice late, already well past lunch time, but I wasn’t hungry yet so I went upstairs to do my practice. The practice went well in that I was able to focus and move with the breath, I felt relaxed and free and full of joy. It wasn’t a long session, maybe 30 minutes of moderate physical effort, just the right amount for me today for meditation-in-motion. I settled in for savasana. Ahhhh . . . what’s that sound? My brain scanned for the answer. Oh, that’s Ryan in the kitchen . . . looking for his lunch! I tried to bring my attention back to the breath, but I could hear him down there making lots of noise, I knew it was coming so I waited for it . . .

“Grace? . . . Grace?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s the cheddar cheese?”

I’m still lying on my mat but now I’m answering “it’s in the container.”

“I thought we bought cheddar cheese!”

“We did! It’s in the container,” I thought on it bit longer, “the one with the green cover.”

“I don’t see . . . oh, wait, there it is!”

This sort of things happens all the time. In fact, that was the third disruption. First the phone rang and I had to answer it because Ryan was on a conference call through Skype. It was a computer calling for me . . . and then it hung up on me! The second disruption came while I was standing in Tadasana.  Ryan’s call was over and was now charging up the stairs to find me. I don’t remember what he wanted but I think I got a bear hug out of it–the man can’t resist picking me up or grabbing at me when he finds me in a yoga pose. He’s kind of like the boy from elementary school who pulled your hair if he liked you.

I could have been annoyed. And there are those days where instead of responding with a normal “Yes,” I reply with a harsh-sounding “WHAT?!#?” But today, yoga worked its magic and I rolled off my mat without “properly” finishing and went downstairs to make us a smoothie to go with our lunch.

I hope you enjoyed this look into real-life yoga because if yoga doesn’t change you and how you react to life, then what’s the point?

My example of being yoga rather than doing yoga is not as emotional as the example Cora Wen gives in this interview, but the point is the same. Here is an excerpt from that interview:

I was also really cranky. I was this aggressive, do yoga. Do yoga. Do yoga. That’s what I was. I wasn’t being yoga. I was doing yoga. . .

I was practicing all the time and I had to go home for Thanksgiving. I was really cranky because you know, if you go home for Thanksgiving, that means you you’re probably not going to practice six hours a day. In fact, you might not even practice at all because you’re dealing with your family.

You’re twelve years old again, and fighting with your siblings about whatever, and I was not completely present. I was just talking about my yoga and oh, you guys are fine. But you don’t do yoga, and it’s going to make your life better.

Within a few years of that, my mother got ill with lung cancer and died very quickly. In 12 days . . .

 I mean, it just was this is how it happened. And I remember thinking that that was the last Thanksgiving that I spent with her.

I remember thinking about that. All the times that I couldn’t talk to her on the phone because I was practicing, all the moments that I couldn’t go to a movie with my friends, all those things.

That’s what yoga’s about. Being present with your family. Being present with yourself. Living this life fully, completely, and absolutely and not defining life in search of some practice or some goal or some pose or some memorization of some sutra.

This weekend is a long holiday in Canada as we celebrate Thanksgiving on Monday. I wish you all a happy Thanksgiving and may you enjoy it in the company of friends and family. Ryan and I have not one, but three dinners to attend. I probably won’t have much time for yoga:)

Happy Thanksgiving!