Yoga – Page 26 – Matthew Remski

July 3, 2014

WAWADIA Update #8 /// Notes on my Hospitalization

For more than a century, yoga has straddled the paradigmatic threshold between an intuition-based knowledge fostered internally and nurtured by anecdote for generations, and the evidence-based knowledge that has evolved through the intersubjective process of shared, repeatable research. When I was briefly hospitalized last week, I was lucid enough, and not too discomforted by pain, that I could sit for while on that threshold and meditate.

June 28, 2014

Anything Is Possible? Um, No. /// A Yoga Selfie Blog Fail

What I can say for sure is that people get injured in asana when they are encourashamed by unrealistic expectations projected by people who don't notice or pay attention to difference because if they did they would have to modulate their belief in the universal value of whatever they're selling. So I'm asking for that to stop, please.

June 20, 2014

WAWADIA update #7 /// Pain, Performance, and Politics in Yoga: a Conversation with Mike Hoolboom

I have developed a wariness around yoga that has kept me from the mat. I remember reading about Krishnamacharya, the great modernist yoga collage artist/teacher, who offered everyone their own practice. This series of poses would evolve (and continue to evolve) after watching the individual student, and working with them, and adjusting them. In other words, the practice of yoga was relational. Doesn’t this make sense? But perhaps there’s no time for that in studio culture. Perhaps everyone would go broke if it all came down to one on one.

June 15, 2014

WAWADIA update #6 /// “I Was Addicted to Practice”: A Senior Teacher Changes Her Path

Diane wasn't just practicing "addictively", as she says, in order to self-regulate. Her professional attainments and authority as a teacher depended upon that commitment, and upon her students seeing it in action. So regardless of whether her students practiced as hard as her (and many, including her daughter Kathryn, did), the rigour of Diane's practice was a community ideal. She was in the paradoxical position of performing an intensity that inspired others, including me, but was destroying her tissues. Not only did nobody see the pain that she herself was ignoring, the movements that were causing that pain were actually interpreted by others as beautiful or pleasurable, or both.