yoga versus yoga: my obiter dicta

Posted 8th Jan '12 5 comments Posted In Yoga

“I came to yoga not on a journey of personal transformation, but because I put my back out and couldn’t sit comfortably in a chair,” begins Claire Dederer in an article, “My Truce With Yoga” in the October issue of Whole Living magazine. I timely came across this article that sheds light on the 6 billion dollar yoga industry. I share some excerpts that highlight my concerns:

 I thought yoga was for self-indulgent, middle-aged ladies with time on their hands, or for fanatical vegetarian former gymnasts.

As I researched studios around Seattle, I noticed that yoga came in a dizzying array of flavors and strengths, often at opposite ends of a spiritual spectrum. At some studios, akin to stylish gyms, ... read more »

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Still Sundays: Shakti and Ibn Sina

Posted 8th Jan '12 2 comments Posted In Still Sundays

It is a new year after all.

Makes me wonder about all those other “new” years. I never felt they were new per se so it wasn’t that I got duped the last decade with the habitual hype at the end of the year. It is just that I couldn’t participate as authentically as I would have liked because I knew better in my bones. But this year is finally new.

new | n(y)oō |

adjective

1. not existing before; made, introduced, or discovered recently or now for the first time

2. already existing but seen, experienced, or acquired recently or now for the first time

3. just beginning and regarded as better than what went before

The word new ... read more »

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A Still Sunday, particularly today.

Posted 25th Dec '11 2 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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December 25, 2011.

on criticism, on friendships come & gone, Keats & soul-making.

 

New York City is asleep although I have been awake for some time.

Silence is that music where we become instruments.

I have never experienced Stillness and silence this grand in New York City as this Sunday.

This is my first Christmas holiday and New Year’s Eve in New York City despite having lived here for over a decade. Usually I have always been “home” this time of the year, whatever that has meant: sometimes Lahore, other times Johannesburg or Durban, most often a farmhouse, my parents’, in California.

Last night I experienced New York City in a whole new manner. I understood why it is ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 18th Dec '11 3 comments Posted In Still Sundays

December 18, 2011.

Herman Hesse’s Demian.  “Tug on Anything at all…”  A fortune-teller who could tell all but one thing.

 

It’s not easy to leave New York City. A stranger-friend, an Italian Ph.D. student, must return to Italy tomorrow as her yearlong fellowship is finally over. And she is not ready.  I don’t think those who come to New York City for anything but an idea can ever leave that idea behind. At worst we carry that idea that is New York City with us wherever we go. At best, we return again.  And again.

Love is a hard idea to give up.

What will she miss the most, I asked her? She held back tears and replied, The ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 11th Dec '11 6 comments Posted In Still Sundays

December 11, 2011.

What is art without vision, then?;  Symmetry Breaking; Darren K. Woods on his passion for opera; Music to My Ears.

 

I was immersed in life to my fullest capacity the last two Sundays. Every cell felt like a sponge for Stillness, joy, love, warmth, observations, growth…

There comes a point when living and experiencing catch a momentum faster than one can share through any medium. I believe that’s when the real challenge begins for one who has decided to undertake being an artist.

We are all creative (some more talented or innately gifted than others); however, not all are artists.

Art without vision is creative stimulation for pleasure. In order to have a vision you have ... read more »

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