Prodigal Yogini Blogger Returns

Yes, its been a while.  A lot has happened since my post last fall and it has taken time to integrate these new experiences AND then figure out how to write about them.  I’ve been worried that I will come across as “crazy” or “out there” or “New Age Woo-Woo.”  But last week I read a post from Bethany Webster’s “Womb of Light” blog entitled, The Importance of Enduring Discomfort for the Sake of Transformation.  The entire post spoke to me, but these lines felt like a call to begin writing again:

The deeper we go into our own journey, the more we access our unique power to articulate something original and necessary in the world.

We can expect to be uncomfortable as we venture into new territory–places our friends or family may never have gone before.

Much of our ability to succeed and to create the world we want directly hinges upon our ability to endure the discomfort of being misunderstood and disliked as we evolve and grow on our path.

And then a day later there was this quote posted by Woman Within International:

Opening to our fear is an act of intimacy, a courageous welcoming of the disfigured and outcast into the living room of our being. Opening thus is also an act of surrender. As such, it is not a dissolution – or collapsing – or personal boundaries, as in submission, but rather an expanding of them.

In submission, we deaden ourselves, sinking into the shallows; in surrender, we enliven ourselves, dying into a deeper life. In surrender we may lose face, but we do not lose touch. Submission flattens the ego; surrender transcends it. Submission is passive, but surrender is dynamic.
—Robert Augustus Masters

And so here I am.  Back at the keyboard.

"Tree of Life Meditation" by Laura Iverson.

“Tree of Life Meditation” by Laura Iverson.

There’s no way to condense the last 8 months into one post (or even two). So, for now, I’ll just mention that during my time away from teaching and writing I began to explore feminine energy in the form of the Divine/Sacred Feminine, experienced the opening of Kundalini energy, discovered concepts like Shakti Awakening and Women’s Wisdom, learned more about the connection between health and nature,and began working directly with my own energy system.

The majority of the time, I feel better than I have in years.  The work I’m doing for myself has mitigated many of the MS and fibromyalgia-related symptoms I experienced in the past. I am not cured. But parts of me are healing (physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually). It’s a process.  If I don’t do my “work”, the fatigue and pain returns. I don’t know if it will always be that way or if it’s about continuing to build up long-empty reserves.

Although I’ve had inklings about how to integrate these new experiences and knowledge into yoga and other classes I plan to teach, I’m just now at the point of actually creating them.  And so, at this time, I continue teaching only two classes (both private).  But, I will be moving back into more public teaching — just figuring out the where and when.

I look forward to sharing more of my journey with you. Til then, Namaste.

Trust the Process

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A day or two after my last post, one of the pages I follow on Facebook posted the above picture (my apologies that I don’t remember which page it was).  Seems very appropriate, except in my case I am trusting the process to find the vision.  I know the vision will continue to involve yoga, both as a personal practice as something I share through teaching.  But what will that look like for me?  I’m not sure.

Teaching around temporary disabilities — fatigue brought on by heat, an exacerbation involving vision issues that would eventually resolve, a few weeks of shaky legs, etc. — was doable for years.  I came to yoga already living with MS.  I came to teaching with MS and fibromyalgia.  I would adapt.  Students knew that on any given week I might have to cancel; that an exacerbation effecting driving abilities would result in several weeks without classes. But, those temporary things were the exception, not the rule.  In many ways I was able to continue teaching like a teacher without a disability. Not so anymore.  

So, I have taken a hiatus from teaching all but one class — the class I teach for women who’ve experienced domestic and sexual violence.  I became a teacher to share the practice with these women and it has felt right to continue there.  Part of the break is to recharge.  Part is to let the vision form.  I don’t expect it to magically appear without effort on my part.  Nope, its gonna take trusting the process, which for me, is yoga.  All Eight Limbs of It.  Doing more meditation.  Reclaiming my mat/chair/asana practice one practice at a time (guided by my inner wisdom and quotes like the ones below). 

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More breath work and some serious Svadhyaya (study of oneself).  Along with that I feel drawn to learn more about subtle energy and how I can use it in my personal practice.  I know that one of yoga’s functions is to move around the prana (energy), opening blockages, aligning chakras, etc.  But, my knowledge of that aspect is pretty shallow.  I’ve always approached it as, do the asana and pranayama and it will happen. Now its time to learn how the sausage is made.

There is no timetable for this journey.  I’m excited to see where it goes.

 

 

 

 

Reality Check

I’ve never believed nor expected yoga to cure the multiple sclerosis I live with.  I know there are a few yogis who swear that yoga has cured them or alleviated their symptoms to the point of appearing cured. But, that’s not why I started yoga. For me, yoga has been about managing the symptoms of both MS and fibromyalgia.  Something to soothe both body and spirit. Maybe even to mitigate some of the symptoms. So, imagine my surprise when I recently realized that somewhere, deep down in my subconscious, a part of me had been expecting yoga to delay the progression of the MS — and was maybe even a little ticked off that it hadn’t.reality-check

That realization has been a long time coming.  I haven’t written in a while because the last year has been challenging and its taken some time to figure stuff out.  The fatigue that came with last summer’s flare up took forever to go away — in part because I didn’t want to listen to what my body was telling me.  Instead, I began teaching additional yoga classes in the fall because students in the Modified Yoga Classes wanted yoga more than once a week.  YAY!  What yoga teacher doesn’t want their students clamoring for more classes?  After a month, I began getting sick — I had some type of cold every month last October through April.  And I was always tired.  Still I didn’t listen.

Last Fall was about the same time I began to experience an emotional roller coaster ride every time I came to my mat to practice.  During the first few weeks of this ride, I would get about half way into my asana practice before the strong emotions would arise. Then I’d become either very angry or end up sobbing.  I’ve experienced tears on my mat in the past (but never anger) and when I did, I’d use my breath to ride them out.  THIS was different. Riding it out wasn’t working for either emotion..  As the weeks progressed, the emotions surfaced earlier and earlier in my practice until I couldn’t step onto my mat without instantly becoming either angry or sad.  So, I stopped practicing.

Seriously, that was my solution. I just stopped. My excuse to myself was that I was too tired or in too much pain to figure out what was going on.  And, that was partially true. But, looking back, I was also avoiding messages I didn’t want to hear.

I quietly told two good friends about what was happening, but continued to ignore my mat. Then this negativity began to creep into my teaching.  I would wake up on teaching days and find myself wanting to do anything but teach. [If you are one of my students, please know this lack of desire had nothing to do with you.] The feeling would pass once I got to class. But the drive there was long and painful. I knew I had to do something.  But the holidays were upon me and with them came the grief of saying good-bye to our 11-year-old cat, Tasha.  Sweetest cat that ever lived, bar none.

Eventually I reconnected with a therapist I’d worked with in the past. And with her help, I am finally at a point where I am willing to hear what my body has been saying: the MS is progressing and change has to happen.  

There hasn’t been major progression — no canes or walkers or permanent vision or cognitive loss. But little by little abilities are diminishing.  The emotional roller coaster ride on my mat came from two things: (1) my daily asana practice is where the changes in my physical abilities has been most noticeable, and (2) as my therapist says, my mat is my Place of Truth. On my mat, I couldn’t lie to myself about changes I’ve had to make in the way I do a particular asana or the time I’m in a pose or even the fact that these days, a lot of my physical practice is done from a chair instead of a mat. I also couldn’t ignore that I was feeling a bit betrayed that my practice hadn’t kept these changes from happening (who knew?). How dare the practice that was supposed to be my refuge, instead be the magnifying glass through which loss in ability/energy would be most visible!  It’s been a while, but I believe my last post hinted at the possibility of a “dark side” to transformation on your mat. This was it, baby.

For the first time since being diagnosed in January of 2005, I have more than just moments of not wanting this disease; more than a passing fear now and again of what the future will bring; frustration that now I can count on my body even less than I have in the past. It has felt like MS was taking my practice and my ability to share it through teaching. Even though neither would be the first things I’ve lost to this disease, the grief and anger felt as fresh as the first time I had to alter my way of living to accommodate symptoms.

Two weeks ago what was supposed to be an evening of yoga and dinner with several gal pals turned into a reiki session and dinner with 2 of my dearest friends.  Reiki replaced yoga because I’d been dealing with headaches that were exacerbated by moving my arms or bending forward and the friend that could get to my house before dinner is a reiki healer (my term for her). We’ve worked together before and sessions with her have always been healing.  This was no different.Reiki_CloseToHome_005

Thanks to things that came up during the reiki session, I now realize I have been trying to fit my practice and teaching into my idea of what these things SHOULD BE — how a yoga teacher’s personal practice SHOULD LOOK; what a career as a yoga teacher SHOULD BE.  And that’s another thing.  Somewhere during the last 2 years, as I began to teach more classes for pay, teaching yoga has moved from a calling or service to a career.  Not that it can’t be both.  It can. But I had turned it into an either-or as I followed the “shoulds” in my head. I’m always telling students not to worry about how the pose looks, but how it feels; to find the version of the pose that fits their abilities in that moment. Apparently, I haven’t been following my own advice on or off my mat.

Yesterday, I experienced another reiki session with a different healer.  This time I received confirmation of several things I’ve been feeling I needed to do/work on since the session with my friend. The path ahead is not all clear.  But, I do feel like I’m back on the path the universe has for me instead of the one in the “should” center of my brain.  To paraphrase country music singer Lynn Anderson (and apparently also Martina McBride and Suicide Machine), “I beg your pardon, yoga never promises a rose garden.  Along with the sunshine, there’s got to be a little rain sometimes.”  And if you’ve ever walked through a rose garden, a few thorns as well.

 

Great Advice on Self-Care

I LOVE this post from Curvy Yoga’s founder, Anna Guest-Jelley.  I’ve been having the same problem with adding, or re-adding, some things into my routine.  I’m re-posting it with Anna’s permission.  Check out Curvy Yoga’s blogs for more good information.

Show Up, Slow Down and Settle Into Self-Care

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Show Up, Slow Down and Settle Into Self-CareI’ve recently added a new dish to my self-care menu: Abhyanga, or the Ayurvedic practice of oil massage.The idea is that you spend some time each day (or most days), applying seasonally appropriate oil to your skin. The oil is said to pacify/nurture the body, and the massage is a practice of bodily connection as you lovingly move your hands over your body, taking the time to help the skin absorb the oil.Or, rather, that’s the intention.

Because here’s how I’ve been doing it: “Oh, crap. I forgot Abhyanga again and now I’m ready to go to bed. Well, here. Where’s that coconut oil?” I get a little in my hands and then here’s my application process: Slap it (almost literally) on my feet, legs torso, arms, chest and done.

Abhyanga done. Check and mate.

RUSHING VS. NOT

What often happens to me if I’m adding another element of self-care to my routine is that I either forget it or resist it. Or forgetting is my form of resistance. Or all of that on different days.

And then when I do, I make it another weapon with which to beat myself about the head (in this case not literally).

So rather than just accepting that – hey – I’m just not doing it today and that’s okay, I choose to do it the most haphazard and, honestly, punishing way possible. I WILL get this oil massage done, even though I don’t want to and I’m pissed and my inner critic is screaming at me. I will grit my teeth and put it on as fast as possible before moving right along.

This might be a wild leap here, but…I don’t think that’s the point.

CREATING A NEW ROUTINE

Adding self-care to your routine, whatever it may be, can be challenging. It’s just like starting any new thing: It takes some time for it to become consistent.

What I suggest (to me as much as you, if not more) is that we take kindness as step one. Without kindness, we get a rushed and angry massage – something that I’m pretty sure doesn’t sound appealing to too many people.

With kindness, though, we get a chance to try again. That could look like rethinking your plan for the day and making a little more time, or just acknowledging that starting a new thing is hard, you didn’t do it today, and tomorrow you’ll adjust accordingly to start fitting it in.

WHAT RESEARCH SHOWS US

Many people push back against this approach, deeming it lazy, undisciplined or just not enough to actually form a habit. But what’s interesting is that research is increasingly showing us the opposite.

People like Dr. Brené Brown and Dr. Kristin Neff are showing us the power of self-compassion and how when we’re not in a place of shame (like feeling like we’re terrible people because we forgot Abhyanga – again), that is the only way we can create sustainablechange.

Note the emphasis on sustainable, because that’s important. Yes, people can create temporary change with a more bullying/strict approach. But for most of us, we can only sustain that level of intensity for so long. And when we lose it, we often go right into shame, using it as evidence against ourselves for how we are the slackers we thought we were after all. And then the whole process repeats.

What creates change that lasts is change that is integrated with self-compassion – acknowledging that, yep, we’re human, and we’re not the only people on the face of the Earth who have figured out how to beat the “system” called human nature.

It’s when we approach our self-care with the realization that we’re people getting used to something new, and that takes time, and has ebbs and flows, that we build towards what we’re hoping to create – and enjoy the process a little more along the way, too.

Transformation Part 1

Tree of Transformation by HeavenonEarthSilks

Tree of Transformation by HeavenonEarthSilks

If you approach your yoga (asana) practice as a mind-body connecting activity — that’s to say as more than an aerobic workout — it has the power to transform.  And I don’t mean just by improving physical flexibility and strength.  It can change the way you relate to yourself and the world around you.  Your mat/chair becomes your personal laboratory where you can watch and learn about your patterns of thought, belief and behavior. A common yogi-ism is that “the way we react on the mat is often a reflection of how we react off it.” For example:

  • Let’s say there’s a pose you dislike — maybe its uncomfortable or maybe you feel awkward when attempting it.  You can tell when the teacher is building up to it and lo and behold, just before the class moves into it, you suddenly find you are in need of a bathroom break.  A break that, by the way, lasts only as long as you estimate the class will stay in the pose.  Realizing you’ve got your bladder on speed dial for the purpose of escaping a situation where you feel uncomfortable, tells you something about how you probably deal with similar situations in life.
  • Or, maybe rather than running off to the bathroom, you stay in class, attempt the pose “unsuccessfully” and then berate yourself for not being able to do it “as good as the person next to you.”  Were you truly unsuccessful, or was that just your judgement of your effort? How often do you berate yourself off the mat, rather than giving yourself props for trying something, even if the outcome isn’t “perfect” (in reality or in your mind)? Did you feel unsuccessful because your version of the pose didn’t compare well with your neighbor’s?

When you observe with self-compassion and non-judgement, you begin to notice the internal chain of events that, in this example, lead to fleeing discomfort.  You will also begin to understand the source of your inner critic. According to vipassana meditation teacher, Phillip Moffet, , “It’s quite common for the voice of judgment in your head to not be your own, but someone’s from your past, like a parent or teacher. Sometimes, this voice of judgment doesn’t even reflect your current values.” Awareness gives you the opportunity to begin to make changes, or to at least, pause and respond, rather than just reacting.

As regular readers know, I became a consistent practitioner of the physical part of yoga to stretch tight, aching, somewhat spastic muscles.  What I’ve barely written about is that my long-term commitment to yoga began the day my true internal voice appeared and told the critical voice of my mother to “shut up.”  I was on my mat, in the midst of practice and struggling with feelings of unworthiness.  Until that moment I hadn’t realized the inner critic I’d accepted as my own voice, was actually my mother’s.

paradigm-shift-cartoonMy mother was often abusive — physically, mentally and emotionally.  Something she denies to this day.  I learned early how to avoid much of the physical abuse.  But, the price I paid was swallowing my own needs, thoughts and desires.  I became a Pleaser, thinking that if I could just do everything “right” she wouldn’t get mad.  There was no way for a child to understand that abuse is about the abuser, not the victim. The abuse wasn’t 24/7. There were times she was very loving and a lot of fun.  But, I never knew “how the wind would blow.”  So, I became good at blending into the woodwork until I knew what mood she was in and trying to guess what she would want, need or think, before she did.  I accepted that everything she said about me, my father and the way the world worked was true. Though my values and beliefs about the world shifted as I became an adult, I continued to carry the self-image she’d created and to unknowingly operate from a place of self-protection — with behaviors and coping skills that had kept me safe as a child, but weren’t very helpful in forming healthy relationships or a healthy self-view.

I didn’t meet my true voice the first time I stepped onto my mat or even the third or fourth.  I had been practicing for months — probably 3 times a week — and had begun seeing a therapist because I was struggling with MS-related cognitive impairment. I knew that yoga was  helping my body and reducing sensations of stress.  But, I’d had no idea that all the mindfulness and paying attention I’d been doing on my mat was leading to that moment.

The moment didn’t immediately make life perfect (spoiler alert: yoga doesn’t ever make life perfect).  I continued to struggle with the inner critic and other patterns that growing up with an abusive parent creates.  But, each time I returned to my mat, I knew it was an opportunity to work with these feelings and thought patterns.  To develop a relationship with my true inner voice.  To get to know myself from a perspective that didn’t begin with my mom. And that, my friends, is transformational.

However, transformation isn’t always sunshine and light with ah-ha moments that suddenly make everything better. As the quote that introduces this post says, the process can involve moments of darkness.  That’s something I’ll be addressing in my next post.

Be good to yourselves today.  If you liked the “Tree of Transformation” image above, please check out HeavenonEarthSilks on Etsy.  There are many beautiful pieces there.

Namaste,
Deb