Monday, June 27, 2011

Simple Math for Grumpy


This morning while grumpily washing dishes--grumpy from a frustrating phone call, grumpy from not being able to get the Bose Sound Dock to work so I could listen to my NPR, grumpy because in the course of a half-hour I had already knocked several things over in the kitchen including one glass jar which broke, grumpily, on the floor--I heard something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about since.  

I had finally gotten the Bose to work, though NPR didn't want to stream, so instead I turned on a podcast interview I wasn't particularly interested in, just to have something, anything, to distract me from my aggravation. I can't even tell you now who the woman being interviewed was...but I can tell you what she said. 

She was talking about prayer, this woman whose name I don't know, and she was talking, in particular, about contemplative prayer, which I don't know much about, but is apparently pretty similar to meditation.  And she kept coming back to this idea of "self-emptying", specifically: that contemplative prayer (or meditation, depending on which dog you're chasing) is really this process of emptying out so that God (or Presence or Source or Whatever-Makes-You-Least-Squirmy) can enter and fill all that space.  She said basically that it's all this process of letting go, of dropping our need to control, of dropping our resistance, and then, the kicker:

"Because, the absence of resistance," she said, "...is love."

And when she said it--it was like some little gnarly hand had been pulled away from the outside of my grumpy heart.  

The absence of resistance is love.

What she was saying, of course, is what everyone who has ever grabbed even just the smallest piece of real waking-up-ness has said--in a nutshell, that suffering is self-generated, and that there IS something which remains once we stop doing all the things we're doing to create that suffering, and that thing which remains...is love.

I am not a Christian.  I wasn't raised Christian.  I wasn't raised anything, actually.  Unless "hippy" counts as a religious upbringing.  HOWEVER, I do seem to carry around, despite all my best efforts, a kind of puritanical need for self-improvement.

(Oh, wait, yes...you're reading my mildly-obsessive yoga blog.  Sooo, perhaps you've picked up on that.)

Anyhow, there I am, slamming dishes and grousing around my kitchen when I hear this thing, this me - resistance = love thing, and I realize that ALL of it, all my broom-dropping and jar-smashing and thought-spinning...is only only resistance. And all that it's doing is preventing me from experiencing the one thing (maybe the only thing) that's true and honest and reliable...

L.O.V.E.  love.

And I don't mean the "I love you so much I want to kiss your sweet face" kind of love (though that's nice, too).  I mean the kind of love that's just the simple love of the universe for a person (you. me. us.) when that person (you. me. us.) is not standing in his/her/my/our own way. You know the thing I'm talking about? It's just that feeling of walking down a street when you're not preoccupied, when you're not nursing or hemming or hawing--you're just walking and noticing and feeling...okay.  It's that okay-ness feeling.  And the hypothesis being presented, this "in the absence of resistance there is love" hypothesis is that, that feeling of okayness, is our natural state.  That if we were to just let go of everything that we're stirring up to crapp-ify our own days, that what we would be left with is a pervasive sense of goodness.

And the f-ing amazing thing about this hypothesis is that, like any good idea, it can be tested.  You can, right now, stop doing what you're doing--which doesn't mean distract or numb yourself from what you're doing, but actually means STOP--as in, put down, as in let go, as in surrender--and see what's there.  

What happens when you stop subtracting and (just as importantly) stop trying to add (my personal patch of quicksand) and instead just let be? What IS it? Actually, truthfully, with no modifications...what is it? How is it? 

I don't know, Shanti-towners, I honestly don't know....but I would really, really like to find out.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Dog-Sitting My Way to Freedom...



So, as I mentioned in a recent post, I have been housesitting/dogsitting for a super amazing puppy named Atticus for the last couple weeks, who I have now fallen madly, stupidly, in love with. It's ridiculous.  I leave tomorrow and though I am convinced Atticus won't even register my presence and subsequent absence on his little puppy radar, I feel like I'm definitely going to shed a few earnest dog-sitter tears at our parting.

When I was growing up, for a brief period we had a basset hound by the name of Toby, who was, without question, one of the stupidest dogs on the planet.  He would dig holes in the yard just to bark down them.  He would forget who we were when we came home from the grocery store.  He would spend hours trying to climb on to an ottoman that he had long since outgrown--just shimmying up and falling off and shimmying up and falling off.  His paws were nearly as big as his ears (which were enormous), and which gave him an additionally dopey demeanor, and my mom all but ruined him by feeding him m&ms underneath the table whenever he padded up to her.  And though I liked Toby, quite a lot, he was really my mom's dog, and left us before I was even a teenager so I never had that THING.  You know the thing I'm talking about?  The way that people feel like their dogs are family...the way that people love their pets...like love-love?  I never understood that...

Until now.

I. Am. In. Love. With. This. Dog.

He's one of those follow-you-through-the-house gazing up at you with his one good eye (he's blind in one eye...did I mention that?) kind of dogs, and he makes me all melty inside.

But THAT is not the point.  The point is, that due to my new doggy-awareness, I suddenly became interested in watching (and I realize I'm like 11 seasons late to the game here) The Dog Whisperer with Cesar Milan.

And while I could go into all the half-assed dog training I've been embarrassingly trying to implement with a dog who is NOT MY DOG...I'd instead like to focus on just one thing.

Mr. Milan (that's what I'm calling him now), as he's voodoo-ing all these people and their crazy dogs, keeps reiterating a few of the same basic points:

1.  That people often inadvertently encourage bad behavior in their dogs, because they give more attention to the dog's anxiety than to anything else.  They yell and pull and shush and comfort when the dog is going bonkers, and that, to the little doggie-mind means, "keep on a-doin what you're doin."

2.  That a submissive dog is a happy dog, and;

3.  That a dog, in order to submit, needs to be guided by a calm assertive presence.

And I have to say, the whole time I was watching the show (the several episodes I watched) I couldn't stop thinking...this is how I should be dealing with my miiiiiiiiiiiind!!

Meditation teachers often talk about the mind as being like a puppy...just chasing after anything and everything that peaks it's interest, and that we have to deal with the training of the mind with the same patience we would use in the training of a puppy.

And all week long in my classes I have been exploring this idea of figuring out how to be the calm assertive presence for our own puppy selves.  How can we master our more frenetic impulses, not by adding to the drama, but just by firmly, patiently, tugging on the leash, and getting that dog back on track?

I love this so much, because not only does it engender compassion for our crazier impulses, it also fosters this idea of a part of ourselves which is...master.  It reminds us (and by us, I mean me) that we DO have control, even when it feels like we don't.  Even when our mind is, like, chewing everything in sight and pooping in the living room and barking at nothing...even then, we have a choice.  We can take up the leash, breathe into our own steadiness, and reign ourselves in.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Rachelle Wintzen Will Beat You in a Staring Contest...


Scene:  Lia's Los Angeles apartment, 10 AM.  Lia has just returned home from an overnight wedding expedition in Big Bear, and is still in yesterday's jeans when the phone rings.  It's the gorgeous and glamorous Rachelle Wintzen, calling from Belize (where she is currently preparing for an upcoming retreat).  Lia hopes Rachelle can't tell that for the first several minutes of their phone conversation she is scrambling around trying to plug dying phone into computer, dying computer into wall and tangled headphones into phone.

LA:  Rachelle!  You're in Belize!

RW:  Yeah, I've been making trips here since October, back and forth from New York, doing yoga retreats and things.  It's so great.

That's--I think that officially makes you the coolest person I know.

Thank you.

So, Rachelle, I didn't even know until we got back in contact that you had a life outside of acting...when did this all start?

Well, I'd been in New York for eight years, I was working at night clubs, going to classes, going to auditions, and I was just getting completely burnt out.  And I started to get really, really sick.  I kept going to all of these doctors and no one could tell me what was wrong with me.  They all wanted to prescribe me a bunch of medications, which made me nervous, and a few doctors even suggested that I was just really depressed and wanted to get me on anti-depressants...and I just didn't want to do that.  I didn't want to start taking a bunch of pills, that didn't seem right.  So I started seeking out alternative medicines.  And when I started seeing people in the alternative world they were just like, "you're totally exhausted and you're system is overwhelmed with toxins...you're toxic."  I was living fast and hard at that point in my life and it was just getting the best of me.

So I started to cleanse, and eat better, and boost my body with herbal supplements, and I noticed such a radical change right away that I just knew...there was no turning back.  I started to learn more about the whole world of healthy living and alternative medicine and I and got more and more interested.  And that's when I got certified as a yoga teacher and then as a nutritionist specializing in fasting and cleansing and then finally as an iridologist...

What's an iridologist?

Iridology is a form of alternative medicine that uses the eye, the iris of the eye, to diagnose what's going on in the body.  We use maps of the eye, like an eye chart--you know how in reflexology they have those foot charts?  We have the same thing, but it's a chart of the eye.

(full disclosure, I really wanted to ask Rachelle if doing an iridology consultation felt like having a staring-contest...but, um, I thought that might make me sound like an idiot.)

So, when you're doing a consultation as an iridologist--and forgive me if this is a stupid question--are you taking a full read of what's going on for that person, like the way an acupuncturist will ask you all kinds of questions about your general health and your diet and your tongue-fuzz before they start working on you--are you doing all that and then...you're...looking at their eyes?

Yeah, I'll ask a whole series of medical history questions, and then I'll do an eye reading.

I've heard that before, that you can tell a lot about what's happening in the body by looking at someone's eyes--seeing if the whites of their eyes are really white or not, stuff like that--but I had no idea it was an actual field of alternative medicine?

You can tell so much from the eye, it's incredibly informative.  And I'm using a light and a magnifying glass* to look, so there are all of these details in the iris that are revealed that can't be seen by the naked eye, it's pretty amazing. 

(*this sufficiently answered my staring-contest question)

I had no idea.

It's just now starting to become something that's being practiced and paid attention to--I mean, something like acupuncture, it took so long for that to be recognized as a viable form of alternative medicine in the west.

Right.  People are scared of the alternative practices.

Totally!  I did some of this work for people at the New York Stock Exchange and they were so nervous, so wary at first...some people actually asked me if I made it up.  And I had to tell them, no, you know, it's been around since the 1890's.  It's an old practice.  It's a real practice.

It's so interesting, because if the body is an integrated system, then it only makes sense that you should be able to tell by examining one part of the body, what's happening in the other parts of the body.  But the western medical model seems to think of everything in this compartmentalized way...

That's right, the way the western model works, all the pill-prescribing and specializing, without looking at the whole body, it's really just a masking system--

A masking system!  I love that!  That's totally what it is.

You're not addressing the problem, you're just masking the symptoms so you can move on with your life.

Oh my god, it's like those horrible antiacid commercials, where they will literally show a photo of chili-cheese fries or something and say "you can still eat all the stuff you want to eat, just take one of these pills afterwards!"  I find that so horrifying...it just does not seem like a reasonable way to think about health!

Right, and I mean so many people, you know they've been doing this stuff to their bodies for 30 or 40 years, and it's why we all start to get sick in our 50s and 60s...our body just can't take it anymore.

That's pretty amazing though, isn't it, that our body will take punishment for that long before it finally starts to give out?

The body is incredibly resilient.  It can really take a beating--but eventually it's going to give out.

So, okay, so you were living in New York, living the crazy New York life and you started to get sick and then you found this new way of living that made you feel better...but what was the impetus to go from someone who was just living in a healthy way, to someone who is teaching and doing nutritional counseling and all of that?

Well, I just started to feel so much better, and became so passionate about what I was experiencing, it really started to feel like a calling.  I just knew that there was no way I could go back to living the way I had been living before.  And, for whatever reason, I just started to think less selfishly...I felt like I needed to spread the word, I needed to let people know that there was another way they could be living that could make them feel so much better.  It felt like a necessity.

So, you're a vegan I guess, right?

Well, when I'm at home in New York I am 500% vegan, totally strict.  But when I'm here, visiting Belize, I occasionally eat fish.   I feel that I can shift with my environment...it is an island, after all.  But I would never eat fish in New York.

I just...I've had a serious yoga practice for a long time now, and I have to say, the diet thing is something I struggle with.  I mean, according to yoga philosophy, I should at least be a vegetarian.  Probably I should be a vegan...but it's really challenging!

It is challenging! Really, it's the knowledge that's so important.  Because there's a way to be a vegetarian or be a vegan and do it well, and do it right, and there's a way to do it that will just make you sick.

I'm sure that's true for me.  I was a vegetarian when I was young, for a long time, but I had no idea what I was doing.  And then I went vegan and really I just tried to live on peanut butter and bagels, and that just did not work.

Totally.

I find that the hardest part, when I think about making those changes, is about--how do I continue to share food and eat food with the people in my life and still make healthy choices?

That is the hardest part, for sure.  I still struggle with that.  You go out with people and you feel like you're all alone on this isolated island, you watch them just eat whatever they want and...it's hard.

So how do you do it, then?  Is it just sheer will-power?

Well, you know, it's hard.  Sometimes I cheat.  It depends.  If it's evening and it's dinner, I'll let myself stray a little bit.  I have my ways.  So, if I'm going to cheat, I'll eat a green salad first--alkalinize the body--I always tell people if you're going to cheat, start with a green salad.  It's like a natural antacid...it coats the digestive system, and I always recommend that you cheat at dinner.  That way, the body has the whole night to deal with processing what you've put in it, and you're not going to be adding more food on top of it throughout the day.

And don't make yourself feel bad about it! That's the worst!  I tell my clients, if you're going to have a cheeseburger...worship the cheeseburger!  Enjoy every bite!  There's no sense in adding a bunch of guilt on top of the cheeseburger!

Worship the cheeseburger!!  Um...what about alcohol?*

(*Why at this point in the interview I've just decided to forget about interviewing Rachelle and instead start plying her for food and beverage affirmation, I'm not sure...)

Well, alcohol's an interesting thing for me.  When I was working in night clubs, I was dealing with a lot of substance abuse because of it.  So when I started this lifestyle change I got totally sober.  I was completely sober for a period of time.  But then, you know, being here, for example...it's an island!  You want to sit on the beach in the evening and have a pina colada, or a glass of wine...so, here, I let myself.  I'm moderate and I'm careful, but I let myself.

What I tell people is, if you're going to drink alcohol, again, always drink at night, either with dinner or after dinner, and try and drink something that's a little easier for the body to handle...like wine or sake.  Sake is great, it's really easy on the body, actually.

You can be a vegan and still drink red wine?  Hooray!

Yes, I mean...in moderation.  Don't drink a bottle a night or anything.

(Sheepish)  Right.  Of course.  And so,  now you're working with clients one on one, but you're also going to be doing retreats, is that right?

Right.  I'm doing my next retreat in Belize, July 9th-16th, at the Ak'Bol Yoga Retreat Center--the center that first brought me here last year.  And during that time I'll be giving a lot of personalized treatments--setting up a nutritional program catered to the participants needs and doing iridology sessions, and also giving regular yoga classes--all personalized for the retreat-goers.

All the food will also be taken care of, so that I can help people transition to a vegan or vegetarian diet for the time that they're there.  So that they can understand and feel what it means to eat clean, and to live clean.  And if people want to continue with all those changes after they leave, that's amazing, but if they just want to come for the week and have the week of clean-living, that's great too.  Basically I'm giving people an opportunity to live for a period of time in this way that I've found so helpful, to see what's it like and if it might be right for them, too.

I want to come on retreat!  I want to go to Beliiiiiiiiiiiize!

Do it!

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for more detailed retreat info, contact
Rachelle Wintzen @
501.635.4661 - Belize
917.843.0212 - USA
rachelle@chijunky.com


Friday, June 10, 2011

I Ain't No Turtle...


Yesterday morning I reached my to-do list limit.  And though I feel slightly shame-faced about writing yet another treatise about how overwhelmed I am, I do have to say that it's a miracle that all of my class themes and blog posts haven't revolved entirely around wedding planning.  I think I've done a pretty good job of restraining myself, considering.

But, yesterday I hit some kind of a tipping point.

There are 78 days until my wedding, according to Wedding Wire, and I have a feeling the craziness is just beginning (a married friend of mine confirmed that yes, it is just beginning).  And as it is with these things (because the busier it gets, the busier it gets) along with all of the wedding paraphernalia, we are finding ourselves simultaneously faced with cars to fix and furniture to replace and subtenants to wrangle (I won't bore you with all the details).

We are full up with things which require copious amounts of internet research, and equally copious amounts of money spending.  And, as if that all weren't topsy-turvy enough, yesterday we began housesitting/dogsitting for some friends of ours and their giant adorable puppy...which, having never taken care of a dog full-time before, feels to me like I have just inherited a toddler.

Heh heh.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love these friends and I love love love this dog.  And they are generously letting us stay in their crazily gorgeous home while they're away, so the dog-tending is a welcome trade-off.  And, I love this dog.  Have I mentioned that I love this dog?  I love him.  He is giant and lumbering and sweet-natured and if you let him he would just spend hours licking your hands and face.  He's a joy.

But that first day...waking up early to scoot over to their house to walk the dog and then carting him off to doggy-day-care and then teaching two classes and then coming back and picking him up from daycare, hoping he was worn out enough from his playtime that he would sleep through the several hours we would be gone at a rehearsal, re-reading the instructions list his owners left to make sure I was feeding him right and walking him right and generally not messing him up in any way, and then trying to jam in time to write and time to practice and time to have wed-planning phone calls...it was a lot, people.  It. Was. A. Lot.

I could just feel my mind starting to spin faster and faster as the day progressed...this and then this and then this and then and then and then...so when I found myself with 30 minutes of downtime, I knew what I needed to do. (Oh my god, is someone actually becoming a grown-up?)

I brewed myself a cup of tea, I took it out to the beautiful deck with the beautiful view and sat myself in a beautiful wrought-iron chair to drink it.  I didn't bring my phone (well, I did...but just so I could keep my eye on time), I didn't bring a book or a notepad...just me and my cup of tea.  And I told myself if I didn't have time today to practice or to meditate or to even just slow the heck down, then at the very least I would take this 30 minutes and do nothing but breathe and drink in the view (and my beverage).

I watched a hummingbird alight on a dangling feeder to eat.  I pondered the nameless bluebell flowers that grow up here in the Silverlake hills.  I smelled my tea.  I drank my tea.  I breathed in and out.

And as I sat there and breathed and drank and relished, I began to think about Pratyahara.  Pratyahara is the fifth of the 8 limbs of yoga, and loosely translated it means, "withdrawal of the senses."  This, not surprisingly, is a not the most popular of the yogic limbs.  Mainly because it sounds horrendously boring.  People always talk about turtles when they talk about pratyahara--a turtle retreating into it's shell--which to me makes it sound not just boring, but also kind of sad, like one of those cartoon turtles who sucks his little head in every time he hears a noise.  That's just not my ideal picture of enlightenment.

But as I thought about it, there on the deck, in my 30 minutes of serenity, I thought that maybe withdrawal of the senses doesn't mean, as it's so often characterized, a shutting down or a turning off.  Maybe the withdrawal of the senses that's being talked about is only a withdrawal from the things that pull too sharply at us.  Maybe pratyahara means withdrawing, not from the sweetness of hummingbirds and bluebells, or the grassy taste of green tea on your tongue--maybe it means withdrawal from all the nonsense that distracts us from being able to actually enjoy those small wonders.

Maybe it means withdrawal from external forces SO THAT the quieter senses might have the opportunity to get a little louder.

Because what we are left with, when we begin to turn away from external forces--from to-do lists and schedules and futurizing--what we are left with is just that which bubbles up from within.  We are left with the simplicity of our lives.  The moment-to-moment goodness of it.  And maybe, if we're lucky (and we have good friends) we are left with a rockin' view, a delicious beverage, and the feeling that we might just be able to handle everything after all...

(fingers crossed)

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Overwhelmentizationizing...


That's right, even the word overwhelmed is not overwhelming enough for this post.  Take that, dictionary.

First of all, just to be clear...I realize that I have nothing to complain about in this department.  I do not work three or more unfulfilling minimum wage jobs.  I do not have children or pets to take care of.  I do not have one of those lives where sometimes I have to be up for 18 hours in a row and then just come home and catch a few hours of sleep before I get up and do it all over again.  I do not have to do any of these things, and anyone who DOES have to do any of these things, if you're reading this, I suggest you turn off this blog right away and go take a nap, for god's sake!

Anyhoo...for a lady who doesn't really have much (comparatively) weighing on her in the responsibility department, I sure am feeling full up with to-do lists and futurizing. (wedding, wedding, wedding, yoga, yoga, yoga, blog, blog, blog).  Though even for all my busy-ness I still have at least an hour or two during the day, everyday, where I'm just sort of aimlessly wandering around my apartment, trying to decide what the "best" thing to do next might be.

(All too often it ends up being green tea and Hulu, but that's another story.)

Are there people in the world who don't have this problem?

Yes, Lia...please open your edition of "people who have changed the world" to any page and point to...anyone.  Yes, that's right, ALL of those people knew how to effectively time-manage.  (Also, Will Smith.  I'm pretty sure Will Smith is, like, busy all day long making things generally better and more expensive in the world.)

Sigh.  Will...I've let you down, once again.

But, okay, here's the deal...the reason that overwhelmment is so, well...overwhelming, is because it's the by-product of one (me) trying to do something (by doing everything, all at once) that is actually physically impossible.

I'm no scientist, but I do know the following:

It is NOT possible to be somewhere other than where you are.

It is NOT possible to exist in the past and/or the future.  Period.  Not possible, folks.

It is NOT possible to do more than one thing at a time.*

*a short dialogue on why this is true even if you think it's not:

Me: oooh, beg to differ, do you?  

Other Me: yes, indeed i do.  for instance, what if I'm listening to the radio and, you know, washing the dishes...that's doing two things at the same time. 

Me: well, actually...that's doing two things alternately, back and forth, in short intervals...but most likely, you're sort of coming in and out of listening to the radio as you come in and out of washing the dishes. most likely you're not actually doing those two things at once, in the same instance.

Other Me: oh, hmm.

Me: it's a common mistake. 

So, it makes sense that when we try to bend the laws of physics...we might get a little cranky.

And it's in these moments where a yoga practice becomes actual and dynamic and useful in one's real-life life.  Namaste, y'all.  Because, even if you come into a yoga class with your motor revved to high-gear, and your list of plans circling wildly through your head, the perfect storm of the class--which is the combined impact of the attention to the breath, the movement of the body, and the persistance of the teacher reminding you to pay attention--will (or should) ultimately sloooooooow you down.  You might be resistant at first.  You might think, no, wait...what's going to happen to me if I'm not keeping track of all this stuff?!  But eventually that list of yours will be forcibly pulled from your hand and you'll be left with just...what's actually there.

Your breath.
Your body.
The feel of the air against your face.

And that's it.  (Because that's always it.)  As I write this, I am thinking that I have all kinds of things...I think that I have a wedding to plan and a class to teach and a fiance driving home to me, but really, when I look around, what do I have?  (Deep breath.) My breath.  My body.  The feel of the keys under my fingers.  That little crink in my neck.  The sound of some birds outside.

And that's it.

Which doesn't mean that all those other things aren't real, and certainly doesn't mean that I'm preaching presence as an escape hatch to get away from all the various things that lift us up or press us down, but just simply that in order to even begin to be with those things, in order to even begin to be able to handle/accomplish/love these things in our lives.  There has to be space for them.

So, Shanti-towners...if you can just take a minute, right now...as soon as you're done reading this...if you can just take a minute to close your eyes and take one simple uninterrupted breath, two things might happen. A. You might just have become a yogi, and B. you might suddenly have more space in which to perform all of your requisite duties.

I for one am off to go wash some dishes (and listen to some NPR)...please don't tell Will Smith.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Claire Dederer Isn't Perfect...(and neither am I)



Ladies and Gentlemen of Shanti Town…you are in for a treat.

It was my great honor and privilege last week to sit down (well, I sat down in Los Angeles, she sat down on Bainbridge Island) with Claire Dederer, author of the book Poser; My Life in Twenty-Three Yoga Poses, and all around amazing woman (and yogi). We talked about her book, her practice, and the irresistible quest for perfection. Check it out my friends, and see if you don't just fall in freaking love with her (as I have).

P.S.  I've already had a podcast listener point out to me that my interviews aren't so much interviews as "dialogues" (since I can't resist talking endlessly about myself) and I'm going to say that, unfortunately, this is no exception.

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Lia: When you first started talking to me about how the book began, you said that you felt that you experienced your practice emotionally and physically through the poses?

Claire Dederer: I think that the relationship that I had to the poses was so emotional and so visceral, it had to do with—you know I can only really describe it in emotional terms. The arguments that I would get in with handstands, the big crush that I would get on various poses, like splits. Or, “monkey”. I’ll call it monkey. As we’re talking yoga-ish-ly.

Ha!

I realized that my relationships with these poses were really heated. I mean who hasn’t been heated in reverse triangle? Every pose seemed to have its own personality and its own test for me. I realized that, the more I read of this yoga philosophy through the books I was reviewing [for Yoga Journal], the more I realized that my own relationship with yoga was really deeply physically grounded in these poses. And I became fascinated with this idea—where did these come from? Poses themselves are a kind of intellectual property that comes from somewhere, that means something, that was made up, that’s a story.

Right. Well, I love so much the structure of the book—chaptering the book pose by pose—often you start each chapter sort of literally, with the pose or your relationship to the pose, and then we travel really far afield, and after awhile the resonance of the pose comes back again in this very, maybe not even in an overt or stated way at all—the fierceness or the courageousness of Warrior II, suddenly you feel the resonance of that in the story you’re telling about some moment of your life that doesn’t have anything to do with being in a yoga class. I love that so much.

Well, that was one of the really cool things about the book, finding different ways of approaching the problem of how you weave these poses in. They’re all dealt with differently—there’s not one way that I do it. Some of them are just puns. Some of them don’t really have any deeper meaning except that they’re just…silly connections. And some of them are intuitive. And there’s things like, you know, Lion—I just realized that there was all this stuff about lions in the book. I didn’t think I was going to write about Lion Pose. It was an experience of becoming alive to what was actually in the book, and how that could overlap with the poses. There was a really fun puzzle-solving element to it that I really liked.

And it feels like the practice. It feels like a class in that way. Here’s this—here’s where we’re putting our attention, we’re framing it with this pose or this part of the body or whatever. And then, maybe we travel really far out and then we come back again and it…changes. When you come back. Good yoga teachers do that with their classes.

I know exactly what you’re talking about. And you’ll have a class like that and you’ll be begging the teacher to do that class again and she’ll say, “I can’t do that class again.”

Right, yes—because it just comes…who knows where that comes from?

Huh. Yeah, I hadn’t even thought about the structure of the book as relating to a yoga class, but that’s a real compliment.

There’s this transformation that takes place for you, at least it felt to me, during the course of the book. You sort of get more okay with a bunch of things in your life. When you sat down to write the book were you already at that place, already transformed, or did the writing of the book begin the transformation?

Well, I had started writing the book before I realized what the yoga story was. This idea that I went to yoga for one thing and I ended up with something else. I went for more of that goodness and perfection that you and I were talking about, and I ended up with yoga telling me, you’re never going to be perfect, you might not even ever be very good at this. And I remember figuring that out.

The end of the book happened as I started to write the beginning of the book. So, I was exploring—where is the end? And there was that really interesting thing from a writing perspective of, how do you order events in your life when you write a memoir? And how do you make event into story? And as a teacher, I work with students, and that has become really interesting to me.

How do you make order out of things?

Right, and do you have to be chronological? One thing people really deal with when they’re trying to tell their story is—they say, well, this is what happened. And it’s like, well, that’s fine, but it’s not a story. It’s not interesting to a reader. So what I’ve been really thinking about a lot in terms of how memoir works is this idea that you have one character, an earlier you at the beginning, and then a transformed character at the end. And what are the elements of the story—what are the events that support that story? Story is not the same as what happened.

So I try to think of memoir as these pillars of events that hold up the story of personal transformation. And those pillars may not even be about you, they might be something larger—it doesn’t have to be totally self-involved, it could be looking at the larger culture. But how do you support that story? Of course this isn’t the only story of what happened to me during those ten years. There were many other things that my life was about during that time.

I can see that, especially as a young person or as a person just starting to try to figure out how to write a story about themselves and their own lives, that there would be this allegiance to the facts. Where you’d feel like, well, doesn’t my reader have to know this and this and this in order for them to understand this event?

Yes. Sometimes when my students say that to me I’ll just look at them and I’ll say—and they hate this—well, what’s in it for me? As a reader? I’m your reader, you’re telling me about this event, what’s in it for me? Why do I care about that?

Why should I have to slog through all these details in order to get to the interesting stuff?

What’s in it for me is a good question to remember. So that part of it was just hair-tearing-ly difficult for me.

Trying to figure out what the actual story is?

Yeah, and plus, it’s such an ordinary life. My life is so—it’s just an ordinary life, there’s not a lot of real events in it. So then you look at it and you go well what…what are the scenes and the events that are sort of emblematic of my experience at that time? And how can I take that idea of, “oh, Bruce is getting sadder”…how can I take that out of an idea, and turn it into a scene? So, in my book, it’s not even events that occur, it’s more like scenes that dramatize a continuing state of being.

That’s my experience of reading it too, that it’s an emotional journey. It’s a very deep, quiet, but incredibly engaging, emotional journey.

The other thing that I’ve been dying to talk to you about is—well, when I first started practicing yoga, I was having this mid-twenties anxiety meltdown, and I just needed—

Your quarter-life crises?

Yeah! Why don’t they warn you about that?

I don’t know—I was just talking to someone about this. Terrible.

It was really rough for me, in a way that I had never experienced before, and when I was going through it, all these people who were older than me were all like, “Oh yeah…how old are you? Oh, yeah, I’ve had that.”

Right, but it’s one of those things, like so many things in life, that you sort of forget about as an older person. You go, oh my twenties were so fun, and you sort of forget the, oh my god I didn’t know who the hell I was and it was awful and super stressful…

Yeah, so my then-boyfriend, now-fiancé was like, just go to a yoga studio—at that point I was doing yoga like once a week with a tape—so he said just go every day. Just do something physical everyday.

Wow, what an excellent then-boyfriend, now-fiancé.

Yeah, he’s very good. So, I found this studio in New York, which was a Vinyasa studio, and it was very—wild, great music, creative movement. Very devotional and lovely. At that time in my life it was exactly what I needed. I just needed to be moving ceaselessly for an hour and a half. But now several years later, I’m in a completely different place—my practice has really slowed down. And there is that section in the book where you talk about finding Vinyasa and you were like, “Yeah! I’m just gonna move and do lots of crazy shit and I'm gonna be so good!”

Yeah, I’m gonna be SO good. God.

I would just love to hear about—where is your practice now, in terms of that, and how has it evolved?

Well—I moved to this godforsaken island, and there was a lot less yoga on it. I mean, I was coming from Boulder, where—the wheat has truly been separated from the chaff. There’s so many truly great teachers there. And I got to Bainbridge, and it wasn’t just that there were no great teachers, there were no teachers. So I was like okay, I guess I’ll go to the gym. I couldn’t find any yoga. And I ended up doing some kind of yoga with the old folks from the senior center—I couldn’t find a class. Which was fine, but I was also trying to write the book so there was this weird thing happening where I wasn’t doing any yoga while I was writing the book and that was super depressing.

But then I found Jen, who I mentioned at the end of the book, who was a woman that I went to high school with who teaches a hot yoga Vinyasa style class here on the island, and it’s very physical. And there’s a lot of sort of—alpha mom types who take her class, and that’s not at all her fault. She doesn’t teach it in that way, it just happens that there’s a lot of Type A personalities on this island and she teaches a very difficult class, so they all go and try to kick each other’s ass.

So I started taking from her, just because she’s a brilliant teacher and she was the only one—that’s what there was. There was Jen’s class. So it was a really interesting experience to try to go to this class that was very difficult, it’s hot yoga, it’s Vinyasa, it’s super difficult—and how do I keep from getting back into that trap, while I’m at this class? And I was noticing that she would—if the ladies were starting to get competitive with each other, I would notice that she would start just making us jump up and down in the air, like: I will break you. I will make you be humbled before this practice, and not try to show off for each other. She’s a really special teacher. So I feel like I had this really cool gift of getting to do that kind of practice, but without the, "RAWRR! Go for it!" attitude.

But, a month and a half ago, I was exhausted from being on book tour—which was so great, even to get to go on book tour, let alone be exhausted from it—and I fell down my basement stairs.

Oh no!

And dislocated my shoulder. Brutally. Like really, really, really bad. So I’m not doing yoga at all right now. And I think in a way it’s been really nice for me, because my yoga has become just a little bit professionalized through the experience of doing this book—it’s sort of nice to get a little space from it.

That’s an interesting thing, with things that you love—

Right, you do everything you can to make them your job and then they’re—you’ve killed them.

Right! You’re like “oh, I want this to be a bigger and bigger part of my life!” and then it gets to be a certain size in your life and you’re like, oh god—this again!?

It’s so true.

My yoga has become more and more professionalized in the last year or so, too—now that I’m teaching and writing a lot more and that’s great, but I’ve really had to give myself a break about, what is my practice? Is it just the physical practice, or—what else composes my practice right now? That can be a challenge, though, all by itself—going back to that “perfectionist” thing. It can be a challenge to say, okay, I need a break from this for a day or a week or whatever it is.

Right, and then the fear of—am I still going to be good at it? How is that going to work out?

I read this thing recently—I hope I didn’t read it in your book! I don’t think so. But I wouldn’t put it past me to quote you your own book! But I read this thing—someone said—Krishnamacharya or some old yogi said, that the poses are designed to be more and more humbling, the more advanced your practice gets.

That’s interesting. I was just talking to a teacher about that yesterday.

About it getting harder as you get more advanced?

And that weird thing where—in our culture the idea that physical and spiritual advancement would go hand-in-hand is a really weird idea. That’s something that is very mysterious about yoga. But in fact, it’s the case. Right? You become more spiritually advanced because you’re spending more time doing it. And I think also there is something in the physical practice that is spiritual.

I think so too. I’m stealing this idea from someone else, but I think that part of what it is, is that your body is always present. The physical form of your body is not able to, via the laws of physics, exist in either the past or the future. So I think just the simple act of getting your attention in your body, grounds you in the present moment. And that is, I think, an undeniably spiritual experience.

It’s not something that I think people necessarily—I don’t think that you have to accept that idea in order to benefit from it.

No! No, you don’t. That’s the magic thing about it. People go for all kinds of wacky reasons, and then they end up, if they keep at it—they end up—something changes. It just does.

Yes, something changes. That’s the phrase that keeps coming up: something’s changing, something’s changed in me.

There's a section in the book where you talk about your teacher who encouraged you to “husband your gaze”—I love that so much! Who uses the word “husband” in that way?

It’s so great!

I was talking to a friend about this today—we were just talking about career angst—but this idea of, how do you train yourself to keep your eyes with you. How do you train yourself to keep your focus on where you’re at. On your path.

Oh god, I’m so struggling with this right now.

You are?

It has to do with writing. I’ve been doing so much support for the book, and there’s a lot of feedback that’s coming back, and—you can’t write like that. You can’t write when you’re so externally focused. The only way to write is to allow things to be really small and focused. And, I’m thrilled to have all that interest, but in my case I’m trying to remind myself—okay, but don’t mistake that for work. That’s not the same thing as the work.

I think that struggle is present in so many fields. I mean, when I was acting a lot more, I would mistake all the time the publicity/marketing part of my job for actually doing my work. But you’re right…that’s not the work.

It’s part of it, you need to learn how to do all that stuff. But it’s not the work. I think everybody has their reasons that it’s difficult to do creative work. Also, when you’re starting a project, you’re not—you start small, right? You’re just rooting around in the ground, trying to find what’s interesting. And you can’t do that if you’ve got a bunch of booming crap in your head.

Oh my god, well—I’ll occasionally publish outside my blog, and I wrote an article that got a lot of attention and I found myself, instead of doing anything creative or productive, I was just obsessively refreshing, you know, to see if anybody had left comments on it.

It's the evil of the Amazon reviews! You can not read those! And it’s the same thing—commenting—no! It’s okay to interact with readers, but the anonymity of the comment board is not a reader dialogue.

No. And it’s just fanning the flames of the worst parts of anyone’s personality.

Totally. Like the crummiest egotism, but it’s not a good kind of egotism, it’s just ego-ness. That’s the pits.

The other thing I relate to in the book is this idea of perfection. What else can I do to make myself perfect? And, I was thinking about it this morning and I thought, oh yeah right, the secret is you don’t have to be perfect. And then the very next thought was: yeah, if I can just figure out how not to be perfect…then I will be perfect.

I literally was exactly having that same thought about an hour and a half ago myself. I have got to lay off myself and stop being such a nut and such a perfectionist, it’s driving me around the bend, if I could only do that—right. Again…then I would be so perfect.

And it’s so easy to feel like, okay, now I’ve found this thing. Now I’ve found this thing that makes me a better person, that whatever—if I can just master this thing or even this pose, then I will be just a little closer to this ideal thing.

A little bit closer to that spot.


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Claire Dederer's bestselling memoir, Poser; My Life in Twenty-Three Yoga Poses, is out now.

Claire is a longtime contributor to The New York Times.  Her articles have appeared in Vogue, Real Simple, The Nation, New York, Yoga Jornal, on Slate and Salon, and in newspapers across the country.  Her writing has encompassed criticism, reporting, and the personal essay.

Claire's essays have appeared in the anthologies Money Changes Everything (edited by Elissa Schappell and Jenny Offill) and Heavy Rotation (edited by Peter Terzian).

Before becoming a freelance journalist, she was the chief film critic at Seattle Weekly.

With her husband, Bruce Barcott, Claire has co-taught writing at the University of Washington.  She currently works with private students.

A proud fourth-generation Seattle native, Claire lives on Bainbridge Island in Puget Sound with her family.

Could We All Please Be More Like This?

This video made me so unbearably happy. I dare you to try and have just one moment in your day that's this exuberant. I'm going to try (and hope I don't get myself arrested).



(Props to Atalwin Pilon of Elephant Journal for turning me on to this magic-ness...)