Cultivating Sattva

 I was born pitta, pitta, pitta. I came out kicking and screaming, and continued for decades. My parents shook their heads as they talked about the calmness of their two boys being disrupted when I was born. I had temper tantrums until age 7 or so. About what? In retrospect, I discern that my early childhood self sensed that something was really off in the world, but had no vocabulary, understanding, or context for that dissatisfaction. Some part of me just knew shit was fucked up and I had to speak out and do something about it!

But in the past few years, that pitta energy has shifted to more vata, as I've learned is typical in post-menopause. Gradually my body has become less dense and muscular, I can no longer claim to be the hungriest person in the room as my metabolism drastically slows, and I am learning, finally, bit by bit, to cultivate sattva in my mind and body.

I no longer thrive on intense, ongoing action. I seek places and periods of calmness. Instead of FOMO, I celebrate JOMO--joy of missing out. At age 60, I increasingly seek opportunities to bring along the younger generations, and pass everything I've gathered and learned onto them. I don't crave fame, attention, and stardom, and I don't feel the need to be in charge.

I started to notice these new tendencies this week, approaching classes at RIMYI. In past visits, I strove to extract every possible drop of learning from my brief time. I took copious notes, observed classes, assisted in the medical classes, spent time studying in the library, and everything else I could muster. This time, however, I had to come to terms with myself, and make the decision to step back, just a little.

My nervous system felt overwhelmed and rattled by the medical classes, which in past years, I would have jumped into with all four limbs. I found myself wanting to tuck into a corner like a tortoise. Not only was there, as Guruji described it, the "fish market" energy and chaos of so many students with so many different medical conditions, but also the straining of the visiting younger teachers to see, learn, and assist as much as possible. 

At first I berated myself for not putting myself out there and lending a hand. Why should I hold back? But that evening, I spent some time in self-reflection. On one hand, I owe it to my communities in Hawai`i, Detroit, and Korea, to assert myself, and extract as much learning as possible. Conceivably I even had some experience and insights that might be useful to the students here.

On the other hand, my body, especially my nervous system, was communicating to me to take it easy. The past nine months have been exhausting and incredibly stressful, given global conditions, especially in Palestine. I've been involved in the Palestinian rights struggle for years, and intensified my involvement since October 2023. This work can be incredibly frustrating and infuriating, and the heartbreak unrelenting. However, the struggle can also be uplifting and inspiring. I've met some incredible souls and powerful organizers, especially in the Hawaiian sovereignty and anti-militarism movements.

Devoting a month of study in India offered a necessary respite from this intensity. Not that I've totally backed off--I still start off each day with updates from Al Jazeera and Democracy Now, and finish each day with Palestinian films, interviews, and webinars. But for just a few weeks I've stepped back from the daily intensity of organizing campaigns and events, attending public hearings, sending emails, and making phone calls.

My body gave me permission to rest, instead of assist in the medical classes: It's ok, you don't have to save everyone. You're not indispensable. You don't have to do everything. I realized this is an opportunity to cultivate sattva--clarity, lightness, translucence--instead of continually building rajas as I've done in the past. Today on the way home from practice, I sat on a park bench, peeled a tangerine, and snacked on dhokla. I'm building aloha `āina with the trees here. I watch them and they watch me. I go home, eat a simple lunch, and take a nap. It's enough. In fact, it's plenty. I feel a quiet sense of santosha and deep, deep joy and gratitude, simply for this embodiment in this place and time. I feel tremendous love for my teachers and the profundity of the practice. May I regain fortitude, build patience and endurance, and continually expand my capacity for compassion. May I cultivate sattva, so I can be fully present with my people, with a soft heart and open mind.

Fever and forward folds

I have several ridiculous "rules" I've made up for myself. One is that if I injure myself, I am allowed only 1 day of pain. How can that be? you may ask. If I get hurt, I devote myself all day to alleviating the pain and addressing the source of the pain. Luckily I have enough training and experience to be able to read my body, understand what's happening, and get to the bottom of it, for the most part. It doesn't mean I spring back and resume normal activity on day 2, but it does mean that I can proceed cautiously, without pain or further injury.

Another rule I have is I am never ill for more than 2 days. Just as with a skeleto-muscular injury, when I succumb to a cold, I address it aggressively with all my immune boosters, such that symptoms typically wane within 2 days.

However last week I found myself at the mercy of my body and my circumstances. Since I decided to travel extremely lightly, I brought very few items of my usual regimen with me. I miss my turmeric ginger paste which I add to everything. I miss my home-brewed noni juice and my kombucha. Shortly after arriving, I developed a sore throat, which ripened into fever. 

Believe it or not, I started googling "Medicinal trees of India," certain that the `āina would come through for me. After all my flat is right next to Chittaranjan Vatika, an absolute treasure of greenery. But alas, I didn't have enough energy and wherewithal to teach myself the la`au of this new land under conditions of illness.

So I surrendered to my body, the fever, and let the heat burn off all my impurities. I spent 2 days in bed, missing dear Gulnaaz's Sunday morning class, and the whole next day of the intensive. Fever takes us into an altered state, my dreaming/waking accompanied by podcasts and Palestinian films, interspersed with ginger lemon tea and khichari. One forgets what it's like to be feverless, your whole existence defined by woozy, achy spells, and a desire to be horizontal. One also easily dips into worry: could this be dengue? strep throat? a sinus infection? will I ever get better?

Back at home I probably would not bother, but here in India, I felt a need to see a doctor. I got a few recommendations to no avail. At the ayurvedic clinic, no doctor was present that day. Another doctor's office was closed on Monday. The third doctor turns out to be semi-retired and not keeping consistent hours. I gave up, went home, and went back to bed.

On Tuesday I woke with a feeling of clarity and a burst of energy, and was able to summon myself back to class. That morning we worked on actively mobilizing in forward bends, assisting each other manually. After a bit I chose to lie back and observe. I watched my classmates spread, soften, elongate, and move into the deep lovely state of forward folding.

Both forward bends and illness require a high level of trust. But not just trust--context, knowledge, and understanding are needed. The hands-on assists would be considered aggressive from a USian point of view, possibly even invasive. Some of the assists even required use of the legs to help bring the trunk forward in a seated pose. Gripping our muscles out of fear or distrust when someone is assisting us invites injury. Instead, we have to do our part in assuming the āsana, then receive the additional movement from our partner to further the work. Similarly I had to trust my body to be healing itself through fever, not rush to lower it, and to ride it out, like a July monsoon. 

Still, I hope the rest of my travels are uneventful, healthwise. My roommates from New York arrive this week, the intensive lasts a few more days, and then I will enroll in daily classes for 2 more weeks. Illness reminds us we can take nothing for granted. I am incredibly grateful to be here, despite whatever stumbles on the path.

Just one of the aunties

Photo by Jaydeep Yargop

 

Today as I walked to morning class through Chittaranjan Vatika, the beautiful park near the Institute, I was remembering how Geetaji, later in life, presumably at the advice of a doctor, started taking exercise walks in the park. We recall how Geetaji experienced a number of health and bodily concerns that impacted her mobility and well-being in her 60s and 70s, and sometimes impeded her capacity to teach.

My heart warms to picture Geetaji walking in the park with her attendants, in tennis shoes and maybe those green sweatpants she wore in colder climates. Other than her yoga uniform (white polo shirt, kelly green bloomers) or her Brahmachari white sari, we never saw her in any other attire. In fact, as far as I could tell, she didn't leave the RIMYI compound very often. She had family and staff running errands for her, and she was, after all, our Queen Mother.

To picture dear Geetaji as so human--among her neighbors and the children playing, walking the loop at the park, amidst the trees and vines, perhaps huffing and puffing just a little, breaking a bit of a sweat--moves me deeply. She had the destiny of being her father's daughter, the eldest, and for years, his primary torchbearer.

Not only did she continue his teachings, but she evolved the teachings and the culture in so many ways, most notably systematizing the methodology through Preliminary Course and Intermediate Course, and customizing the practice for women's bodies and life cycles.

The last time I came to study at RIMYI was 2017, almost exactly a year before Geetaji's transition to the spiritual realm. On her birthday, she invited all of us into the Iyengar family home, to impart her wisdom directly to us, huddled on the floor and crowding the doorway. I've written about it here. This year, Geetaji's palpable absence has created space for so much new activity, and the next stage of RIMYI's evolution, here on the 50th anniversary of the Institute.

I recognized only a few of the teachers from online classes, and almost none of the students. The typical slew of Senior Teachers from around the world seemed to be absent. Maybe some have decided their Pune days are over? Too expensive, too cumbersome, too much health risk, better to stay online.... who knows? When Abhi invited us to sign up to say a few words of appreciation at Prashantji's birthday celebration, I thought folks would line up, but I was the only foreigner. Strangely, I have found myself to be one of the elders in the room.

I celebrate the changes at RIMYI, and I hope other Iyengar Yoga centers will follow the lead. The Senior Teachers of my generation and earlier only teach 1 class/week, with the exception of Prashantji. Otherwise the hall is filled with "youngsters," which I now define as below 50! Raya recently announced that he is 46 now--shocking, since I remember him as a "kid" with long wavy hair, getting ready to take a motorcycle trip to Goa. I also remember Abhi as a university student, practicing alongside her grandfather. Now they comprise the main leadership and mentoring for the up and coming teachers.

"I don't care who you are in your home country," Geetaji famously declared, "When you come here you are NOBODY." She said this because she had had enough of bold, brazen, arrogant Senior Teachers from Western countries coming to India to extract, and build up their own empires. Even though I'm a Senior Teacher back at home, I'm not extroverted nor assertive enough to be recognized as such here. I feel the youngsters simply regard me as an aunty. That's ok. This is their time to shine. I am here in full modesty and humility to learn, because the ocean of Yog is bottomless.

May we all bow when we hear the call to step aside. May we willingly and joyfully make space for generations to come. May we share abundantly without fear of depletion. Namaskar.

Immersing in the Global South

One of the reasons I love being in India, which is also why I love being in Hawai`i, is because these are regions of the Global South.

Hawai`i is an anomaly because geographically and culturally it has always been part of Oceania, Polynesia, and the Global South. But because it was assimilated into USA statehood, it is increasingly and economically associated with the Global North.

What does all of this mean? At this minute I am settled into a waiting area at the Mumbai airport.  It’s 3am. I’m surrounded by dark-skinned People of the Global Majority (PGM) in various stages of sleep or wake. They’re taking up 2-3+ seats each, with legs stretched out on baggage carts. They’re draped in dupatti and pashmina. They’ve taken their sandals off and they’re barefoot. There are entire families, as well as individuals and pairs. They speak many languages and dialects. People talk loudly, and laugh loudly, even at this hour. I am so thrilled and so comfortable in this mix of humanity.

What a contrast from the Tokyo airport, where they actively discourage this type of lounging by eliminating most places to sit. Unless you’re ticketed, security-checked, and waiting at the gate of your plane, or unless you’re monetized and paying for a spot in a restaurant, or a frequent flier lounge, forget it. Keep moving.

Even though Japan is populated by PGM, it identifies largely with the Global North, especially economically, and that’s what counts. I’m sure there are still places in Japan that are rough around the edges, gritty, and shaped by indigenous cultures, like Okinawa, but I was not exposed to any of it in my 24-hour layover.

The transition from GN to GS happened when I flew from Tokyo to Bangkok, then Bangkok to Mumbai. During the flight, like a caterpillar in a cocoon, you gotta shed your expectations and your colonial mindset to be suited for the Global South. You see the problems all over Hawai`i when settlers fail to do this. That’s when you get labeled as one haole. But haole is a mindset that can be adoped by anyone of any race

Perhaps GN/GS offers a helpful framework beyond race, class, caste, creed, East and West, and indigeneity. For instance, Zionist Europeans came from the GN into Western Asia with the goal of recreating their former lives in Palestine. From the 1948 Nakba onward, they destroyed historic Palestinian villages, with ageless stone architecture, and replaced them with cookie cutter subdivisions like ones we see in suburbs in Turtle Island and beyond—actually almost anywhere the GN has colonized the GS.

The GS does not prioritize speed or convenience or productivity. These values are proponents of capitalist extraction and white hegemony. Neither does the GS prioritize individuality over the collective. The GS accepts what the colonized mind may consider chaos, inefficiency, messiness, and circularity over linearity. Instead of quick fixes, PGM in the GS operate through a multigenerational lens which includes both the past and the future.

On our way from Mumbai to Pune, I noticed less garbage, less poverty than the last time I was here, 7 years ago. But then it occurred to me that maybe I was the one that had changed. That is, I didn’t notice the trash because I myself live in a pile of rubble!

I have increasingly identified with the Global South over the years, and now live on a farm in Waimānalo. This is a real farm, not a picture-perfect hobby farm. We have small scale, mostly organic agriculture. The house I live in was built on the footprint of a smaller house, by family and friends, which is to say…. it’s quirky. The hot water comes out of the cold spigot, lots of repurposed materials were used, and some stuff is still unfinished. The farm community is almost all Southeast Asian, mostly immigrants, Thai, Laotian, Filipino, Hawaiian, and Korean. Our motley crew does its best, and things don’t always go according to plan.

The rubble from the old house has not fully been cleared. Several of us have taken load after load after load to the dump, but there’s still a lot to go. The rubble bothered me like crazy at first, and I was determined to clean it all up, but the human mind and our senses are designed to prioritize. My mind soon put the rubble on the back burner until I barely noticed it. Upon closer examination, there are still piles of trash on sidewalks in India, and watch out for the dogshit, but it doesn’t bother me as much as it did when I first started coming here 20 years ago.

Trash reflects the capacity of governments to meet the consequences of capitalism, consumerism, overcrowding, and coloniality. Living in Detroit was also like living in the Global South within the US empire, and another place where people frequently complained about the trash and rubble, especially in Black neighborhoods. People in Palestine comment that settlements and Jewish districts are well lighted and clean, whereas Arab zones are neglected and dirty. Are Black folks and Palestinians “dirtier” than white folks? Are high caste Indians “cleaner” than non-caste Indians? Of course not. In fact, I would say PGM and working class/lower income people tend to be more fastidious and germ-phobic, out of necessity, culture, and pride.

The reason I live in a pile of rubble (I’m exaggerating to make a point—actually my home is wonderful and so is the farm!) is because our farm community is making a way out of no way, skills I learned in Detroit. My friend who owns the farm does not have deep pockets to draw from. She has managed to build a community and run a business, imperfect, messy, but we all do our best to make it work. The construction rubble would take thousands of dollars to professionally clean up, so we are doing our best to do it ourselves.

One American Iyengar Yoga teacher, here for the first time, commented that she questioned if she was ready to study at RIMYI, the homebase. I told her that āsana-wise, there’s no problem, but to be culturally ready is the bigger challenge. I know from talking to international students here that some struggle with the Indian ways of doing things, so different from Global North priority on efficiency, delusions of equality, and individualism.

In my community, we emphasize yoga as a practice of embodied ethics for the purpose of sovereignty and collective liberation. In order to do this, I must shed my colonial conditioning. If anything, nearly 30 years of Iyengar Yoga practice has taught me how to feel, observe, see patterns, and make connections. I remain unable and insensitive in so many ways, but pray that I continue to feel and see more and more, with humility, love, and courage.

Touching ground in Japan

 

Catching this young performer busking was the perfect end of the day. Check him out here on IG and here on his website. I was his Detroit-style cheering section, because the Japanese are so reserved. Even though I couldn't understand his lyrics, I told Keita I loved his energy and would buy his album!

I'm only 24 hours in Japan, en route to Pune, India to study at the Iyengar Yoga Institute. I booked a long circuitous journey through Japan and Thailand in my search for the cheapest route to India. 

I had one afternoon and evening to explore the area close to the airport and decided to visit Naritasan temple. Sitting on the bench, I listened to the huge black ravens calling back and forth to each other, children running across the stones, and elders and teens fanning incense smoke across their faces. 

It occurred to me that the last time I was in Japan was with my parents. It was 1984, and my brother John was also with me. It was the first time I was exposed to karaoke, at a family party hosted by my father's colleague at University of Kitakyushi. I was amazed to see the kids so playful and expressive, dancing, and performing pop songs. Even the parents got up and sang, and my father did a soulful rendition of Arirang, the people's anthem of Korea. He was a bad singer, but of course that's perfectly in keeping with the spirit of karaoke, and I think this was the first and last time I heard him perform a song. Since I've been learning more Hawaiian music, I'm realizing that mele have layers of meaning, not just superficial meanings about romance or beautiful scenery. Really we are singing about the `āina as God, and about sovereignty and collective liberation. In the same way, Arirang, presumably a love song, became a resistance anthem during the Japanese occupation, because political songs were banned.

In 1984, my father was 56 years old, which shocks me, because I remember him as an old man, and 56 sounds so young now that I am 60. I thought of him yesterday as I watched grandmothers and grandfathers visit the temple, make their offerings, say their prayers, and bow. My upbringing was Christian, but many of my spiritual practices these days are informed by Buddhism, as well as yoga, and land-based, animist and indigenous spiritual traditions. I was so happy to discover the park behind the temple, and spent a long time walking the land, visiting the trees, reconnecting to some of the familiar plants, and greeting anew those I did not recognize. I touched the pohaku, feeling the stone energy from deep within the earth, that came up on this old volcanic island. I brought the spirit of the `āina of Waimānalo with me, and sang E ho mai to the rhythm of my footsteps, and all 4 verses of Arirang.

My parents are here with me on Kyushu island. They were Korean Japanophiles, and indeed there are a lot of Korean tourists here. What does it mean to be a Korean who loves Japan? It's complicated, and there are a lot of Koreans who are not much interested in Japan, who brutally occupied Korea, deprived us of our natural resources, impoverished us, kept us underdeveloped for decades, and decimated native culture and habitat. The Japanese have yet to admit and apologize for the decades and lifelong harm of sex trafficking Korean girls.

Yet the Japanese are our neighbors, our cousins, our siblings. When I asked my mother why she liked Japan, she said it reminded her so much of Korea, that she had left in 1968. I immediately had the same feeling when I landed here, and caught myself many times speaking in Korean to the Japanese. Does the history of Japan and Korea have anything to teach us about the path forward of Palestine? Maybe, maybe not.

As I massaged the land with every footfall, felt the breeze through the leaves, touched the bark of the trees, and listened to the movement of the water through the spring-fed ponds, I felt the spirits of Japan, Korea, and Hawai`i were all present. I sent prayers for Uncle Wally, who is still hospitalized at Tripler hospital, and Tutu Hi`ilani, recovering from carbon monoxide poisoning and smoke damage. I sang songs and cried tears for my parents, no longer in the earthly realm. I thought of my brother, John, and memories of our travels in Japan together rushed through me. The beaches we visited, long walks through cities, the restaurants where we would simply point to something on the menu not knowing what it was.... We were so young, our futures so full before us, how would we guess he would be gone in 3 years?

I also wept for the children of Gaza, too soon martyred. They are also here with me, with us. I wear a keffiyeh wherever I go, and they are woven into the threads, wrapping around me, bundling me on the chilly plane. All these souls who have comprised my life are my teachers, my guides. May I always listen and receive. May I always feel them with me. May I become more attuned, so that we may heal together. Amen, amene, om shanti, ashé o.

Yoga for Collective Liberation: Iyengar Yoga Detroit Collective Statement on Genocide in Gaza

 Dear international beloved community of Iyengar Yoga,

In early October 2023, we at Iyengar Yoga Detroit Collective decided to take a public position regarding the massive bombardment of Gaza. We announced in our newsletter that:
Iyengar Yoga Detroit Collective advocates for a permanent ceasefire in Palestine, and the dissolution of apartheid and occupation in the region.

We felt clear that our statement aligned with our collective’s mission, featured on our home page:

• We embrace Iyengar Yoga as a practice for healing and collective liberation, by providing high quality, affordable classes that welcome all bodies.
• We promote self-awareness to create a more just, discerning, and compassionate society.
• We practice cooperative economics to align our values with the ethics of yoga.

Those who have practiced yoga primarily or exclusively as āsana and prānāyāma may feel confused about why we have chosen to speak out on a topic that may ostensibly appear unrelated to yoga. Luckily, as Iyengar Yoga practitioners, we have always been students of yoga philosophy and embrace aṣtanga yoga (the eight limbs), or as BKS Iyengar preferred, aṣtadala, the eight petals. We strive to apply these timeless teachings to every aspect of our daily lives, and to understand them more deeply through praxis.

IYDC, since inception, has been a socially and politically engaged community. We apply the framing of microcosm/macrocosm, and believe that our actions on the yoga mat extrapolate outward to our actions off the mat. We are also, unusual in some Iyengar Yoga circles, a younger community, with the majority of our students AND teachers in their 20s and 30s, although our founders are in their 50s and 60s. We have always been a vibrant, dynamic, culturally relevant community.

We are also geographically located in Hamtramck, Michigan, a heavily Arab and South Asian community, rich with Yemenis and Bangladeshi. We are blessed with civic organizations, families, people in leadership, mosques, temples, groceries, restaurants, and more, reflecting our incredibly diverse community. We are not far from Dearborn, MI, home to the largest Arab population in the USA.

[UPDATE: We are located in the heart of the Yemeni community, and we are in shock and horror at the bombing of Yemen by the USA/UK instigated on 11 January. We call for an immediate ceasefire on the beleaguered families of our neighbors!]

Congresswoman Rashida Tlaib is a friend and representative for many people in IYDC’s immediate and extended community. Many of us have Palestinian friends, neighbors, coworkers, and colleagues. These connections to the Palestinian and larger Arab diaspora make this particular conflict even more relevant to our studio community. Additionally, Hamtramck is a town in the midst of Detroit, a metropolis with one of the largest Black populations in the USA and an illustrious, globally impacting cultural and political landscape.

Hamtramck is also home to many young artists, entrepreneurs, digital nomads, and more. The Metro Detroit area is home to a thriving Jewish community and many of our Jewish students, along with students of all faiths and backgrounds, are calling for a permanent ceasefire.

We at IYDC recognize that the crisis in Gaza and the occupied West Bank are but current iterations of a longstanding occupation. Some of us have intensified our research and study of Israel/Palestine in order to comprehend the situation more fully. Professor and historian Rashid Khalidi describes how the early Zionist statements were explicit in their settler colonial mission, freely using the language of occupation and colonialism. However, as he describes, after WWII, the practice of settler colonialism was no longer condoned by the international community, at which point the Zionist project began using the language of “self-determination” to define and justify itself. Because Europeans had committed the unspeakable brutality of the Jewish holocaust, many felt a burning urgency to unconditionally support the creation of the State of Israel to absolve themselves of their deplorable actions and inactions. 

But as every historian and scholar, from Khalidi to Israeli Ilan Pappé to Edward Said, point out, the Zionist project required the dislocation of the current residents of the region. Millions in the Palestinian diaspora have lost their ancestral lands because Israel has deprived them of the right of return, just as the First Nations/Native Americans were stripped of their land, cultural, and spiritual practices, and endured forced family separation and assimilation. Here on Turtle Island, indigenous people were and continue to be killed through disease, military and civilian violence, and policies of displacement, forced marches, and relocation.

Yehudi Menuhin, a renowned humanitarian as well as stellar artist, recognized the injustice of settler colonialism. His father, Moshe Menuhin, spoke out against Zionism from the outset. Moshe was raised in a Zionist settlement in Palestine before the establishment of the state of Israel. However he chose to live in New York as an adult, when he realized the dream of Israel required a nightmare for the Palestinians. Moshe Menuhin “left Israel because he saw the Zionists were worshipping not God but their own power.” Other anti-Zionist Jews of his era include Martin Buber, Hannah Arendt, and Albert Einstein.

Yehudi Menuhin received backlash for his outspoken humanitarian stance. Is it coincidence that one of the first non-Indian students of Iyengar Yoga was an anti-Zionist Jew? Clearly both Moshe and Yehudi Menuhin were nonconformists, able to depart from dominant narratives, and recognize deeper truths about power, violence, spirituality, and identity. Perhaps this same search for truth helped lead Yehudi to BKS Iyengar.

Since the 1950s, the occupation has drastically expanded, Zionism has become more deeply entrenched, millions more have been displaced, and more lives lost. The resistance to the occupation has also expanded. As nonviolent resistance attempts were met with violent suppression, the resistance erupted in violence more frequently. IYDC does not condone violence, in keeping with the foundational tenet of yoga, ahimsa. However we also view ahimsa, not only as nonviolence of thought, word, and deed, but also as disruption of violence when it arises. We understand settler colonialism as inherently violent, wherever and whenever it occurs. Without condoning violent resistance, we also recognize that suppressing nonviolent resistance creates conditions for armed resistance to increase.

IYDC occupies unceded land of the Three Fires Confederacy of the Ojibwe, Odawa, and Potawatomi nations. Over the millenia, this land has been home to many nations. Many of us have been occupiers of this land for generations. Some of our ancestors were brought here as captives through the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Some of our ancestors came here as a result of the Cold War and the labor demands of global capitalism. As settlers, Turtle Island has become our homeland, and most of us do not have access to any other home. However, we can devote ourselves to solidarity with those who are of the land, support land-back movements, and challenge and dismantle oppression in all forms. We embrace Lilla Watson/Australian Aboriginal Movement’s understanding that “If you have come here to help me you are wasting your time, but if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.”

Since October, IYDC has offered opportunities to respond to the current atrocities in Israel/Palestine, through Grief Circles, participating in the General Strike for Palestine, hosting letter writing and phone calling sessions, Teacher Education discussion groups, and āsana and prānāyāma workshops (Inner Warrior, Resting for Solidarity, Learning/Unlearning). We invite the global Iyengar Yoga community to join us in incorporating yoga philosophy more fully to apprehend this crisis as responsible practitioners and citizens of the world.

Can we recognize the kleśas that require dismantling in order to keep learning and evolving? We are all guilty of avidya. This is natural and inevitable because there is always so much to learn. We all, even the sages, as they say, get trapped by abhiniveśa, fear of death, which may prevent right action. Yama and niyama also become frameworks to guide right action, as well as the teachings of Bhagavad Gita.

No doubt, all our primary texts have been used to justify every political position. IYDC strives to understand our scriptures as a framework for personal transformation to build collective liberation. In this instance, we advocate for collective liberation as an end of apartheid and occupation.

We recognize how difficult it is to depart from what our parents and grandparents, or the dominant culture, have taught us. We recognize the ways trauma informs our experience of the world and how we respond to it. We understand yoga as an embodied practice of sovereignty and ethics, such that instead of falling victim to our circumstances, we strive to create lives that embody our highest values, and integrate our ethics with our actions. We hope that as a global Iyengar Yoga community, we can be in solidarity, to heal ourselves, and cultivate well-being for all.

Prayer for Gaza: Make Me Sky

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25 Oct 2023

Be so big that sky will learn Sky.
~ Alice Coltrane

creator god
god of abraham and moses
son of god
holy spirit
gods and goddesses of mountains and oceans
of trees and roots
rhizomatic god
gods and goddesses of wind and rain
beloved and terrifying goddess of volcanoes
destroyer and transformer
all named gods
and all unnamed gods
i call upon you
i wail and weep
across many oceans
i beseech you

make me sky
so expansive i cover all 140 square miles of gaza
a blue so dense neither cloud nor missile can penetrate
a fearless sky
so massive i absorb and dissolve all vengeance
and transform all terror

make me rain
let me wash your wounds
let me soak into parched earth
let me pour down until
ash and cinder become rivers

make me wind
hear me wail the songs
of your grandmothers
let me stroke your skin
and wrap around you like a dervish
let me lift you and carry you to safety

make me so big
that i cannot remember my own name
so big that my ancestors
become yours
let me hold your multitudes and mine

make my tears an ocean
turn my burning rage into sails
for ships that merge with stars
make horizons blur until ocean becomes sky

make me mountains
rising out of both earth and ocean
make me lava
flowing into peninsulas and islands
expanding continents
that tremble
shake
quake
rock

make me an `ōhi`a lehua tree
growing from the hardened lava
let my branches spread
and explode into succulent foliage
let my red spiky blossoms
remind you
of what is possible

make me your home
let me feed your family
knead me into bread
make me gushing spring water
let the water table
fill again and again
and again

make me empty
fill me with your stories
i will hold your dreams and nightmares
i will cradle them
and metabolize them
into fuel
to run incubators
cook dinners
and light lanterns

creator god
god of abraham and moses
son of god
holy spirit
gods and goddesses of mountains and oceans
of trees and roots
rhizomatic god
gods and goddesses of wind and rain and volcanoes
i call upon you
i beseech you