Showing posts with label controversy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label controversy. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Please Can I Have My Ruler Back?


Image by Locopelli


I have avoided, so far, commenting on the scandal-fire raging its way through the Anusara community these days.  I have avoided commenting because, a. I’m not a card-carrying member of the Anusara community, besides being a student of the style (as well as other styles), and a usurper of the alignment principles learned therein and b. because it involves real lives and real people and real vulnerable hearts.  

Some of my own teachers, who are themselves Anusara certified and have devoted their lives to the practice, have been left a bit broken by the whole thing.  And understandably.  When someone sets himself up as teacher, and beyond that, as leader of a spiritual community, it’s hard not to feel betrayed when you find out that said person has been…you know.  Diddling around.  In many senses of the word. And so, I want to be careful, because real people feel genuinely betrayed, and there is nothing simple or blog-digestable about betrayal.

This past Sunday I interviewed the inimitable SuzanneMorrison for the podcast (episode 7 is on its way!), she was in Los Angeles to do a reading from Yoga Bitch, and we spent a good deal of time while she was here, talking about the student/teacher relationship.

A major theme in YB is Suzanne’s hot-then-cold entanglement with her own then-teacher.  A woman she had set up as a paragon of wholeness, of yogic fix-ed-ness, who eventually (spoiler alert!) revealed herself to be…merely human.  And flawed and f’d up and messy, in the way that all humans are.  And it was a blow to 25 year old Suzanne.  Because f’d up and messy is what she thought SHE was supposed to be…not her beloved teacher.

And we talked about this—about how easy, how natural it is to project on to our teacher (or boss or partner or cooler-than-thou friend) whatever it is we want for ourselves.  How we need, sometimes, to have a person in our life who seems stain-free, so that from that person we can receive and imbibe unfettered guidance.  We need it because it is a great simplifier.  Find perfect person, do what perfect person says.  But, as soon as that person, that paragon—as soon as it’s revealed that maybe he or she is not making the best choices in his or her own life, that guidance…that treasured trail-marker, is going to get…sullied.

And we are left adrift.

It’s like what happens with parents.  As a child it seems like their advice, mom and dad’s advice, must be THE advice.  It must be THE way to go, because, come on…have you seen what they can do?  EVERYTHING, that’s what.  They are the whole big world—and the arbiter of its rules.  And then…as you get older…veils start to fall away.  You see one or the other of them act badly or choke in a big moment, or just reveal their own scared-ness, and it’s—it’s devastating.  Your measuring stick, the one you’ve been carrying around, the one given to you by them—you’ve just come to discover that the inches on it aren’t really inches at all.  They’re off.  The whole system, all the measurements you’ve been making—it’s all deeply, intrinsically, flawed.

And it’s a terrible moment, because for a while there you feel…stranded.  The ground has been taken out from underneath you and here you are, no way to figure how far you are from your destination.  But also, and we all know this now, because we’re all adults with lives and many of you with children of your own—also it’s the best moment of your life.  Because, it’s the beginning.  It’s the beginning of the process of developing a new and hopefully truer—north.  It’s the place from where we start that very first walk towards ourselves.  Because the mystery rises up.  Where do I go now?  What do I believe in?  What do I want for myself?  How will I get there?

At the reading Suzanne talked about how she no longer expects people not to be human.  That she no longer requires of her yoga teachers perfectly stain-free personal lives.  She has wised up.  Now, she says, she goes to class to be with herself.  It is less, she says, about the bright-eyed guru at the front of the room, and much more about the bright eyed guru that lives right there in her own chest.

None of the people involved in the Anusara controversy are children, and John Friend wasn’t anyone’s father.  Most of them will probably, if they feel unmoored at all, be only temporarily so.  But, for those who are struggling, who feel like they’ve been let down and let down hard, I would say, just remember…that this is the place where a new path opens up.  This is the moment where you get to throw down the ruler-markings of the old system, and find something new.  And those new measurements, you can be sure, are going to be truer and hold steadier, than any that came before.

So much love for my own teachers...and their teachers...and the teachers of those teachers.  May we all get better, breathe more, and forgive. 

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Yikes, Ouch, All Around...


I woke this morning to an email announcing a friend's new blog, with a lead story about a Marie Claire blogger who has been gaining some, shall we say, notoriety after a recent post she wrote entitled (oh my god yes this is actually the title): "Should Fatties Get a Room?"

Let me just say that it was not a very nice article (understatement), directed pretty cruelly at the overweight, and it has caused a lot of virulent anger all over the web.  There are 994 comments associated with the offending post and most all of them say, in a nutshell: "I hate you, you bigot".  Marie Claire has taken a quiet position of defense, not taking the post down, and apparently not firing said blogger, which doesn't seem to me like the smartest decision in the world, as I will for sure not be buying an issue anytime soon...

HOWEVER,  what interested me way more than the offending blog post (which sounded, really, just like a lot of school-yard snobbery), was the reaction, and the reaction to the reaction, and the reactions to the reaction to the reaction.  Which went a little something like this:

1.  Blogger writes hasty and insensitive blog post.

2.  People get FURIOUS and start writing FURIOUS comments to said blog post.

3.  Blogger tries to respond in comments, then quickly realizes that she's made 1,000 people angry overnight, just as quickly realizes that these 1,000 people are just the ones who are commenting and that there's probably a lot more angry people out there, and so amends post with luke-warm apology.

4.  People don't care.  People still mad.  People still writing angry comments.  Other online fashion sites are chiming in, chastising Marie Claire and this blogger.   Blood in the water!!

5.  Blogger tries to move on, blog about other things.

6.  People don't care.  People STILL writing furious comments, even on her new posts which include tips on "how to know if he's the one" and some uninteresting gushing about Jane Austen.

7.  Blogger's other readers getting frustrated on blogger's behalf and writing posts telling everyone else to back off.

8.  Commenters say, "Blogger, you're a bully!"

9.  Blogger says, "Sorry!"

10.   Other readers say, "No, commenters, YOU'RE the bullies!"

etc., etc., etc..

Reading the comment streams was like watching some terrible yet hypnotic reality show.  Everyone is angry.  Everyone is convinced they're right.  Some people are being very confessional, some people are just being crass, and about every ten posts there is some very sensible comment pleading compassion and thoughtfulness.

There's something very familiar about all this...

Oh, I know! It's just like listening to election coverage!!

(heh, heh.)

This writer voiced some very shallow and very cruel opinions in a public forum and I am completely in agreement with peoples anger.  I'm shocked that she hasn't been fired by Marie Claire--but, who knows, maybe they love the PR, negative or not.  What I'm NOT in agreement with, however, is the tirade of hate and insult (one commenter actually said he thought she was the spawn of Satan) that follows in the wake of something like this.

It's difficult, when there is blatant cruelty happening, or ignorance, or whatever it is, to not want to start throwing spears at the offender.  It's difficult not to want to SHOW said person how WRONG they are...I was composing my own little rebuff in my head as I was scrolling through the comments section...but it is just not ever going to get us anywhere.  I firmly, truly believe (and if I get 994 comments about this, so be it) that calling a name-caller names is never the answer.

Hatred is hatred.  Cruelty is cruelty.  Even if I feel entirely justified, even if EVERYONE else would say that I'm entirely justified...it's still hatred.  And if I'm calling some woman worthless and the spawn of satan...well then I've just created a pretty divisive world for myself to live in.

Because it's MY mind and MY heart and MY body that I have to live in.  It's not this apartment, this city, this country, this planet--it's the landscape of my own heart and mind that I occupy--and if I'm building walled off places for the good and the bad and claiming my rights to hatred because the BAD people did something BAD, then I'm living in a police state, no matter who the government is.

Namaste, yo.

(Sorry, I had to get some yoga in there somewhere...)

Anyhow, I would love to know what you all think about all this, because there's a big question mark here about how it is we remain compassionate without being democrat--I mean, doormats.   How can we be fired up about silencing bigotry and hatred WITHOUT falling into the trap of bigotry and/or hatred ourselves?

Ideeeeeeeas?