Last Sunday class was rather cozy but the week before, a bit of a full house, just few hours after stepping off the plane, feeling so light headed – my head was swirling and whirling with the celestial stars twirling and flickering (i.e., jet lag and severe sleep deprivation – admittedly I was a space-case… blurted Japanese word for Knee and Lower Back instead of English as I seemed to have forgotten certain anatomical words I thought was pounded and tattooed onto my brains…). That particular evening, in my hazy consciousness, nevertheless, I observed many pairings: mothers with daughters, girlfriends, boyfriends … friends … and I just want to say, I love that. Once during a class at a sports club I teach, there was a couple who set up their mats side by side, and when they folded into sleeping pigeons (or sleeping swans…), they held hands… not with passion but with tenderness… his hand over her’s as to console… and that sight was sooooo sweet to behold, I felt like taking out a handkerchief and making it a Kodak moment. I just so love it when there’s that kind of connection or at least an effort to use the medium of yoga as a place to deepen, strengthen or rediscover a relationship. <\/p>\n
Life’s about relationships and experiences, good and bad – the vast huge range … ask anyone about to take his last breath … isn’t it so? If only there was an answer…<\/p>\n
My attempts at match-making in the past have not been successful due in part by the fact that I was caught up with things ruled by … ego … and now that I am making a concerted effort to relinquish ego and come from a place of … love and concern, I would love it if the space we create together made our hearts less hard, more inter-woven as we breathe together. If ever we could see a budding of a relationship or a stronger bond as a result of a duo-practice, I would be so so honored to bear witness. IT would make my heart melt… ah, yes, it would.<\/p>\n
While when I go to practice my own yoga, it’s more about me-time; my solace and private meditative solo TLC of self time, as I look around, I cannot understand why yoga is practiced primarily by women. The studio is maybe 90% women to 10% rest ratio… why is that? Are men thinking they are too macho to be doing yoga – is yoga for women???<\/p>\n
Check out:<\/p>\n
Baron Baptise
\nRod Stryker
\nRoger Cole
\nJason Crandell
\nChaudrey Bikram
\nRodney Yee<\/p>\n
… then there are Gurus like Krishna Pattabhi Jois and BKS Iyengar…masters no longer alive but lives in the hearts of many teachers today.
\nso<\/p>\n
we all know yoga is for both men and women…<\/p>\n
And also … If I were a guy looking for my Muse and not finding any at work or school or … where do people meet these days? Online? Anyway, I highly recommend going to a local yoga studio for realness… there, you will find girls who care about not only their body, but their mind. Girls, who care about wellness and health – warm, compassionate and caring. Used to be that people went to church to meetup and while that’s still nice, why not your yoga class? Such thought crossed my mind when I saw the lovebirds warm each other’s hands… Haahhhh, a big sigh … <\/p>\n
Someone who saw me might have seen a smile like a Cheshire Cat… I guess I will get into trouble with the Guruji for even uttering such an idea instead of just training… BUT MC Yogi met Amanda (a beautiful couple), his Muse at a yoga studio, introduced by the instructor, late Larry Shultz, so I have heard … so see, it’s real. It happens. It changes your life. IT = yoga, yes.<\/p>\n
Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the cat. ‘We’re all mad here.\u201d
\n\u2015 Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Last Sunday class was rather cozy but the week before, a bit of a full house, just few hours after stepping off the plane, feeling so light headed – my head was swirling and whirling with the celestial stars twirling and flickering (i.e., jet lag and severe sleep deprivation – admittedly I was a space-case… […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4744"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4744"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4744\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4957,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4744\/revisions\/4957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}