A great pose for back health, to lengthen the hamstrings and strengthen the legs, to open the front hips, and to open the chest. Hold for 30-60 seconds. A foundational pose.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
i’ve stopped bleeding and i can’t see
standing in a rush hour train
i break into spontaneous sweats
a heat source to all my neighbors
everything is dropping rapidly
as my muscles lose their earth element
i am loosening my hold on the physical
my memory is failing me
i find white hairs in my food
i burp snore and fart and queef
like a wind instrument
everything is looser and more vaporous
a mix of air and ether
ap and akasha
pitta fanned into vata
i embrace my ajumma status
and after a brief pretense of politeness
i gladly accept the seat the haksaeng offers me
then pull out my sewing
surrounded by smartphones
i pull slender steel through calico
making crooked lines of tiny stitches
everyday i inch closer to my transcendent self
the wise woman i can only hope to grow into
i am the age of my mother
when katja was born
i am fascinated by my aging skin
settling into grooves
making rivulets and tributaries
i can stretch further and deeper with discernment
brave the uncharted
be less afraid to fail
unlike the young women
click clicking through the streets of seoul in their heels
with so much at stake
bearing december wind on stocking legs
and checking themselves out in shop windows
i have nothing to show off
nothing to prove
i don’t bleed
i can’t see
i am so beyond shame i am dangerous
i’ve only just begun
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Like many people of color in America, as I go through my week, I often find myself the only nonwhite person in the room. My family’s immigrant story is all about learning to succeed in the white-dominated worlds of universities, science, and the arts. My father came to the United States because the research opportunities he sought were only available here. War-torn Korea, following decades of occupation, first by Japan, then by the USA, held little promise for an ambitious scientist like my father.
Growing up, I assimilated to white society, just like my parents trained us to. My best friends were white, my favorite cuisine was Italian, I forgot my mother tongue, and I married a white man. Over the years, I started to sense what a toll this was taking on my inner life: a sense of disconnection from my history, extended family, and ancestors; a feeling of not belonging anywhere; a hunger for a culture I could not name nor access; and growing rage at systems of oppression that I increasingly recognized as interconnected.
All of these feelings led me to create a 4-month sabbatical for myself in the fall of 2014 in Seoul, South Korea. My goals were to relearn my mother tongue, connect with my artist/activist/yoga peers in Korea, and spend time with my family to learn our history. Not until I had been living in Korea for several months this past fall did I realize the toll assimilation had taken.
I experienced a deep, unspoken comfort in living among people who looked like me. Although Seoul is becoming increasingly international and multiracial/multicultural, Korea is still famously homogeneous. While issues of discrimination absolutely need to be corrected, I found a sense of ease in being surrounded by other Koreans. I noticed this when I went to an event in Seoul which was majority white people. I felt a heaviness creeping in, and realized I was putting on a habitual coat of armor, protecting myself from the inevitable microaggressions from white society and the subtle sense of inferiority I feel in such settings.
It’s not a personal thing. It’s not that these particular white folks are arrogant or ignorant or whatever. It’s the result of centuries of white dominance--economically, politically, socially, culturally, etc. It’s the result of a lifetime of seeing white people in positions of power and authority. Teachers, police officers, store clerks, bankers, doctors, lawyers, politicians, writers, artists, pastors, you name it. Even when people of color are in such positions, often we have internalized racism to the point that we perpetuate white supremacy, such as in recent examples of black police officers’ violence against blacks. Oppression runs deep.
And so it goes in the yoga world. As a yoga practitioner, all too often I have found that the learning I am seeking is only available in majority white settings. This is no coincidence, of course. The system of global white supremacy/institutional racism persisting over centuries controls access to power and learning.
How this manifests is that only yoga practitioners who have a certain level of exposure even know what Iyengar Yoga is. Free and cheap yoga classes--in the gyms, in the parks and churches, “coupon-yoga”-- tend to be taught by novice teachers, whereas Iyengar Yoga, with a reputation for being serious and/or snooty, and sometimes described as “gourmet yoga” or “the Harvard of yoga schools,” often requires special effort to find. Because of its refinement, and years of continuous study and commitment to become certified, both our teachers and students tend to be well-read middle and upper class folks, who shop organic, read the New York Times, and can afford the $20+ drop-in fee. In other words, our teachers and students in the USA tend to be white. Even in a city like Detroit, which is 85% black. our students are majority white.
These days, the greater yoga community in the USA is increasingly discussing issues of cultural appropriation and racism. UC Berkeley just hosted their 2nd annual race and yoga conference, and websites like Decolonizing Yoga are gaining visibility. However, the Iyengar Yoga world has largely been quiet on these issues.
I think this is because, for better and for worse, we are purists. We believe in the purity of yoga as a transcendent practice unbound by culture, history, politics, and personality. BKS Iyengar sets the bar of practice incredibly high, and we all strive to emulate his dedication. For us, the practice is foremost, and like ascetics, we separate ourselves from the mundane in order to devote ourselves to this rigorous spiritual path. I embrace this universality of yoga and believe in my bones this ultimate truth. At the same time, I am a temporal being, living in this particular time and place with responsibilities to myself and others.
Is it possible to be socially and politically responsible while maintaining the purity and high standards of an attentive, committed practice? A student commented that his Southeast Asian comrades in the social justice movement didn’t take their yoga practice as seriously as he did, that the yoga practice took a back seat to their politics.
Back in Detroit, another student commented to me that to her, there was no separation between my rigorous teaching style, and my political rigor. That to her, being precise, demanding and clear with our bodies in asana was the same as being precise, demanding and clear in our social justice work.
I acknowledge that this is possible because of class privilege which led me to Iyengar Yoga 20 years ago, and afforded me time to pursue this path, including multiple trips to India. Now I feel an urgency to “open the doors to the school” and share the teachings, especially with communities who have not previously been included, while addressing a larger discussion of race and social justice.
The workshop “Yellow, Brown, Black, and Beautiful,” at Adeline Yoga in Berkeley, CA on May 2, 2015, was a step in striving to create this reality. Eight of us gathered, and each student remarked that this was the first time they had been in an Iyengar Yoga class with all people of color. We began in Supta Baddha Konasana, while I read a poem I had written in response to the question, “Why teach a women of color yoga class?”
We opened into a free write and a heartfelt discussion about what came up for each person. We could have talked for hours, but I wanted to keep the work body-centered, so we launched into an asana sequence. We used the wisdom of asana to process and understand the strong feelings and issues that arose.
We held a variety of poses in this workshop, doing standing poses to build strength, establish the earth element, and connect the legs to the pelvis and spine; forward bends to promote a sense of introspection and surrender to God; backbends to build a sense of trust and opening into the unknown; inversions and twists to process, metabolize, detoxify and provide a new perspective; and rest poses to absorb the changes.
This is just the beginning of a longer conversation. Perhaps you will join me in considering how Iyengar Yoga can keep prioritizing its high standard of practice while also addressing social justice issues. As Guruji reminds us, “Yoga is firstly for individual growth, but through individual growth, society and community develop.” May we expand the rigor of our practice to living lives of greater integrity, to bring justice and healing to our communities.
root down, reach up, connect the earth to the sky. "Everybody who's anybody longs to be a tree--" rita dove