It will all work out as it’s supposed to. So, just let it play out. If you feel overwhelmed, step back for a bit to take your mind off of it. If you’re in too deep, it can become too clouded to see clearly. Come up for air. You need it to survive. Whatever you’re facing will be there when you’re ready to get back to it. If it isn’t, don’t fret, it wasn’t meant for you, and there’s something even greater out there for you. Keep moving.
Much like life, yoga comes with the good and the bad, and if you stick around long enough, perhaps the opportunity to feel them as one and the same.
When I say artist I mean the one who is building things â¦ some with a brush â some with a shovel â some choose a pen. ~ Jackson Pollock
What White writes about in this article has been on my mind a lot a la the incumbent graduation lately. Great inspiration!
I looked up to Foss Hill mid-way along the path from Allbritton to Usdan. Groups of friends, hall-mates and new acquaintances walked together, some carrying yoga mats and others in leggings or sweatpants. It was 11:25am on a Saturday and we, traveling from all different parts of campus, had a common destination: the first WesBAM! class of Spring Promotional Week.
As the clock in Fayerweather ticked just past 11:30, people kept flooding into Sonia Max’s Zesty Vinyasa Flow class. I spotted another yoga teacher in the crowd and put my mat next to hers, relishing in the opportunity to practice led by a peer, to be told what to do rather than tell others. What I did not expect was the feeling of overwhelming joy and gratitude that I was possessed by as I looked around in Mountain Pose at all the other students in the class and at a freshman who was also the yoga teacher who joined WesBAM! this year. I beamed as I realized how far we’ve come.
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The big sky is wild mind. I’m going to climb up to that sky straight over our heads and put one dot on it with a Magic Marker. See that dot? That dot is what Zen calls monkey mind or what western psychology calls part of conscious mind. We give all our attention to that one dot.
This goes on endlessly. This is monkey mind. This is how we drift. We listen and get tossed away. We put all our attention on that one dot. Meanwhile, wild mind surrounds us. Western psychology calls wild mind the unconscious, but I think the unconscious is a limited term. If it is true that we are all interpenetrated and interconnected, then wild mind includes mountains, rivers, Cadillacs, humidity, plains, emeralds, poverty, old streets in London, snow, and moon. A river and a tree are not unconscious. They are part of wild mind.
This is what Zen asks you to do: to sit down in the middle of your wild mind. This is all about a loss of control. This is what falling in love is, too: a loss of control.
Can you do this? Lose control and let wild mind take over? It is the best way to write. To live, too.
All life is a series of problems that we must solve.
You must go on adventures to find out where you belong.
Written by yoga instructor, Anya Morgan, ‘14 Valentine’s Day can be a tough time for the brokenhearted and/or bitterly alone. Personally, I can’t ever hang out with couples for an extended…
Okay, for real, everyone has to read this. I laughed and almost cried at multiple points in this kickass article. Here are some gems:
It may not surprise you to find out that I deal with Valentine’s Day the same way I deal with most things: I do a shit ton of yoga. I do yoga until I collapse facedown on the mat. I do yoga until I have no more sweat left in my body (ew).
Obviously you are worthy of love, you dingdong. But I get it. When I’m feeling like I’m missing some ghostly other half (or missing an unspecified number of other ghostly fractions, for my polyamorous readers), I go for a self-empowering intention: I dedicate my yoga practice to me.
While I’m not necessarily single this V-Day, this holiday has most definitely lost its romantic meaning to me from all the V-Day’s I spent single and pissed off or recently broken up and heartbroken. Now, when I think of V-Day I think of Eve Ensler and yoga and the heart chakra. Regardless of who I’m with. Regardless of my relationship status. Regardless of whether or not I am feeling love(ly) or not. It helps me to let go of expectations and let in the joy that is love and getting over breakups and self-love and friendships.
So to this article, I say a whopping NAMAST-FUCKING-STE!