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So did you know?  ‘Divergent’ star Shailene Woodley loves yoga and barefoot running, hates dieting… Hard to believe that she suffered from Scoliosis – having endured treatments during her teenage years.  Yoga no doubt helped her along the way, as she healed herself with the practice – She is the living proof that yoga allowed her to achieve such beautiful posture…she projects the image of grace and strength, the natural way – she’s a yogini:)

Yoga is born again every morning when I get on my mat and when you get on your mat. When a yoga class starts anywhere in the world, the practice is born again.  And so it’s the same practice and it’s forever new because each person experiences it – Even if I’ve done a pose for 1000 times, when I do it right now, it’s never existed before.

– Judith H. Lasater

We are a ONE planet, ONE people and we have to bring everyone to understand that.

– John Marino

No wonder these yogini and yogi maintains their youth.   Their practice is so anti-aging… no not “anti” because I am not against aging – it’s more “aging with grace and acceptance” – and that is healing to body, mind and soul.  Don’t fight it – flow with it.

 

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Reflections on Yoga

Here’s the video shown at the Asian Art Museum – NOTE: TODAY is the last day to visit the exhibit, ” Yoga, Art of Transformation”… San Francisco/Berkeley/Bay Area is the epicenter of Western Modern Yoga in America (what about NYC and LA?) – the timeline exhibit brought that idea home.

Following is an excerpt from Yoga Journal Releases 2012 “Yoga in America” Market Study:

SAN FRANCISCO – The latest “Yoga in America” study, just released by Yoga Journal shows that 20.4 million Americans practice yoga, compared to 15.8 million from the previous 2008 study, an increase of 29 percent.

The 2012 study indicates that 8.7 percent of U.S. adults, or 20.4 million people, practice yoga. Of current non-practitioners, 44.4 percent of Americans call themselves “aspirational yogis”—people who are interested in trying yoga.

The study also collected data on age, gender, and other demographic and lifestyle factors. Of the yoga practitioners surveyed:

Gender: 82.2 percent are women; 17.8 percent are men.

Age: The majority of today’s yoga practitioners (62.8 percent) fall within the age range of 18-44.

Length of practice: 38.4 percent have practiced yoga for one year or less; 28.9 percent have practiced for one to three years; 32.7 percent have practiced for three years or longer.

Level of practice: 44.8 percent consider themselves beginners (22.9 percent are new to yoga; 21.9 percent are beginning to practice yoga after taking some time off); 39.6 percent consider themselves intermediate; 15.6 percent consider themselves expert/advanced.

Motivation for practice: The top five reasons for starting yoga were: flexibility (78.3 percent), general conditioning (62.2 percent), stress relief (59.6 percent), improve overall health (58.5 percent) and physical fitness (55.1 percent).

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The above data is from 2012, i.e., 2 years ago… given that, the number has no doubt grown even more… for someone who started taking low key Hatha yoga class at Berkeley YMCA during her college years to manage stress… this development is rather startling and …awesome.  Who knew?

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About 18% men and 82% women?  Interesting as it began as a discipline by and for boys and men where girls and women were not even allowed to practice.  Thanks to first generation of yoga teachers like Judith H. Lasater to bring the yoga wisdom to the everyday, for both genders.  We don’t necessarily have to be paying a pilgrimage in India (someday!) to get the top notch instructions that addresses the tensions and pains from the everyday modern life.  We can let go of the suffering as we learn from the likes of her, who is authentic and… “REAL”.  She is the master in the art of transmission. And she’s lived a life like you and I… perhaps holding down a job, perhaps raising children or taking care of family, perhaps volunteering in the community, schools… all the while practicing with devotion.  Many of us do not have the means to check out from the everyday to check into the Ashram, nor into the cave in the Himalayan mountains .. Rather she’s practicing yoga that’s relevant to us HERE. Now … on this soil.  That’s the kind of yoga we need. Our great teachers are amongst us, teaching us to discover the greatest of all teachers, the guru… and that guru is within each and everyone of us.

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Mantras, prayers, songs, sonnets, poems, hymns… and … there’s always…haiku.  Yes, Haiku…Whatever works as one of my teachers (in yoga, yes, yoga teacher) used to say.

If a mantra works, what then do you make of Haiku ?  Like a song stuck in your head – The following poem chants the aforementioned haiku…

釣鐘(つりがね)にとまりねむる胡蝶 (こてふ)かな

与謝蕪村

“TSURIGANE-NI-TOMARI-NEMURU-KOTEFU-KANA” (5-6-5 not 5-7-5…heresy?)

“On the (huge one ton) temple bell, a moon-moth, folded into sleep, sits so still.”

Buson (1716-84)

Translation just does not do justice – and that’s typically the case in comparative literature world.  It never does unless merely a technical manual. Out of context, translated work nearly always betrays THE original ever so slightly, even if the text is translated by the most qualified… word for word translation will not do… AND as with most anything, original at its authentic expression of the creator, is of course ultimately the best… but that does not mean we give up on making the fruitless attempts and valiant efforts to introduce and share what is so amazing – a microcosm, a world of wonder contained in so few words… reminding us that, at times, less is …

more.

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Japan

Today I pass the time reading

a favorite haiku,

saying the few words over and over.

It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.

I walk through the house reciting it
and leave its letters falling
through the air of every room.

I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.
I say it in front of a painting of the sea.
I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.

I listen to myself saying it,
then I say it without listening,
then I hear it without saying it.

And when the dog looks up at me,
I kneel down on the floor
and whisper it into each of his long white ears.

It’s the one about the one-ton temple bell
with the moth sleeping on its surface,

and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating
pressure of the moth
on the surface of the iron bell.

When I say it at the window,
the bell is the world
and I am the moth resting there.

When I say it at the mirror,
I am the heavy bell
and the moth is life with its papery wings.

And later, when I say it to you in the dark,
you are the bell,
and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,

and the moth has flown
from its line
and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.