Category Archives: community

Yogis ‘Commun-ifying’ in The Bay

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I’ve extolled the virtues of community in these blog posts over the years, and I’m sure to keep doing it, as I think that the way kindred spirits come together is a magical thing.

What is it that we humans find so enticing about the experience of joining for a common purpose? I think it is that we have an opportunity to let down our defences a little, and in the process of doing just that, we are immediately closer to others. We are not so separate.

It is in community activities that we get nearer to the truth that yoga proclaims: we are one.

Okay, okay. For some of us this takes time. And, it’s never a foregone conclusion that we will connect, because we have been conditioned to be independent rather than interdependent.

Yoga schools are places where we can come together and create community. Because the activity we’re engaged in is learning and growing, the spirit of our endeavours is generally open and curious – whether we’re learning about our anatomy, our minds, our feelings, our selves.

I appreciate the opportunity I had on Sunday to meet a whole new community of yogis from the Port Stephens area who came to do a day of yoga – meditation, breath awareness, postures and philosophy. It’s the connection among the participants that makes a good workshop as much as the facilitator and her content. So, I’m also grateful to Nikki Schilling for the work she’s put in to grow her yoga community, and for her willingness to expand it to include me.

I believe that the community – in the fullest sense: a place and all its creatures – is the smallest unit of health and that to speak of the health of an isolated individual is a contradiction in terms. – Wendell Berry The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

 

Do Your Homework and Then Let Go!

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I’m looking forward to teaching a workshop in Corlette in beautiful Port Stephens (NSW) on Sunday sponsored by Nikki Schilling of Yoga Sphere.

I tend to be well-prepared for a seminar that I’m leading. My husband, who is the king of the ‘winging it’ type of presenters, would probably say that I over-prepare.

In the past, the amount of time and effort I put into planning a workshop was usually fuelled by concerns that I wouldn’t do a good enough job.

I don’t know why it took me so long to figure this out (maybe a couple of decades) – if you are worrying about not doing well in leading a group, then you won’t enjoy the teaching experience. And, it naturally follows that the workshop participants won’t have a great time either.

So, I believe I’ve planned the most important ingredient into Sunday’s event, enjoyment, and that everything else will follow.

“Spontaneity is one of the joys of existence, especially if you prepare for it in advance.”  - Alan Dean Foster, Nor Crystal Tears

 

 

 

 

Yoga Prepares You for Singing Out!

I joined a choir when I moved to the country three and a half years ago. I don’t think of myself as a singer. I don’t sing in the shower. I don’t remember lyrics or which band recorded what album. However, I love music.

Now I’ve discovered that when I’m carried along on the wings of my choir, I can sing. I’m probably not going to do any solos soon, and I still don’t sing in the shower, but with our regular weekly choir practice, I’ve become better. And, it’s a joy to join with people to create harmony.

The choir director lets me lead some yoga stretches at the beginning of the session, and the group follows along as I demonstrate and instruct.

I try to think about what will prepare us best for singing, so we do movements that open up the lungs, loosen the rib cage and release tension from shoulders. I can hear audible sighs of relief when choir members let go of shoulder tightness, whether it’s come from physical work or stress.

Most of the choir members are not yogis, and they often come to our practice dressed in their work clothes, so we don’t do any complicated poses.

However, if you are a more experienced practitioner, here’s a program that you can follow to keep your lungs in good shape and help you address upper back and shoulder tension:

First, get centred in Tadasana

Then, do Adho Mukha Svanasana, hands on blocks

Followed by some standing poses:

Trikonasana

Uttanasana, hands on blocks

Virabhadrasana 1

Padangusthasana, concave back

Parvritta Trikonasana, with block

Pincha Mayurasana , with belt and block, for stretching and strengthening shoulders:

Pincha Mayurasana

Backbends:

Ustrasana

Lying supine, shoulder blades over foam wedge, Urdhva Hastasana

Urdhva Dhanurasana, blocks and belt

Urdhva Dhanurasana

A twist:

Bharadavajasana, seated on folded blanket

Inversions:

Sirsasana, using blocks at the wall

Sarvangasana, supported on bolster, sacrum on chair

Halasana, legs supported on bolster on chair

Forward stretch:

Janu Sirsasana, with hands on blocks

And finally, breathing and relaxation

Ujjayi pranayama, lying with shoulder blades supported

Savasana

 

Mother’s Day on Kangaroo Island

We’ve just celebrated Mother’s Day this last Sunday, and I believe it was for me one of the most satisfying I’ve experienced.

First of all, I was on Kangaroo Island, spending 4 days in the company of 6 other women who are known for their wisdom, spunkiness and joie de vie. Our ages range from 40′s to late 70′s, so there are grandmothers and grandmothers-to-be in the mix.

Secondly, we women like to set up meaningful rituals, and on this Mother’s Day occasion, sitting around after dinner, we each shared about our mothers. I learned a lot about my friends from how they described their mothers’ lives. For instance, the freedoms we now enjoy were not something to be taken for granted in the last generation. Our mothers did battle for them.

Another thing I saw as I talked about my own mother was how much more compassion and appreciation I have for her from my vantage point of 67 years than I ever did when she was alive. (She died relatively young – just 53.)

Last of all, our Mother’s Day ritual was all the more poignant because, for the first time, we had a young man along on our annual women’s retreat. He’s a handsome 19-year old, who has been experiencing difficulties in his life, for which his mother felt a strong intervention was necessary.

Richard was invited to our table to speak about his mother (seated next to him), which he did with great love and admiration. I could imagine he was speaking on behalf of all sons and daughters anywhere who might speak lovingly of  their mothers.

We asked Richard to sit with us a little longer when he finished to let each of us address the best in him and say the possibilities we saw in him. He listened carefully to our short speeches and did so with dignity and grace. Can you imagine yourself as a teenager hearing and letting in the well-cured love of a host of women you’d known for years and respected. Only a special young person would have the capacity for this sort of  experience.

I think Richard will now go back into his life having been positively contributed to by us. Hopefully he knows  what a gift his presence and receptivity  has been to us. After all, it’s what mothers live for.

Richard

How Elders Thrive and Not Just Survive

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Shedders – 9/06

Ten years ago, almost to the date, we six seniors held a meeting with flip chart and textas with the intention of generating a vision of another way of doing retirement and old age. Let’s face it – prospects of living in retirement villages or moving to the country sans old friends are less than appealing.

So, today is a very auspicious anniversary because our dream has been realised.

Not that we are old yet. Oldish. Still under 70-years.

Over a decade, we bought a property, built a house to accommodate three couples, and retired from the city and the jobs we had at the time. And, embarked on new lives.

One of us,  Heather, wrote a book about our experience called Shedders. She subtitled it How Six Urban Revolutionaries Rewrote the Manual on Retirement. Partly she was fulfilling her dream of being a published author.

At the moment we have two Sydney-siders staying with us who are part of a group just starting out inventing their vision of what ‘co-housing’ could look like for them. There are any number of people who have read Heather’s book and been inspired to think about and manifest living communally.

It’s not for everyone. But I guess you could say I’m a tribal person and I’m thriving on living this way. However, even the introverts in our group have total freedom to be alone and private when they want.

Each of us Shedders is going ahead in different ways (forwardment, if you will) than we did when we were working in the city and raising families.

As a long-time yoga practitioner, I find there’s something yogic about what we are doing in this stage of our lives. We are supporting each other in what our individual dharmas are – what we can achieve with our accumulated wisdom and experience. And, there’s more chance of us being successful and satisfied because of the strength of the group.

“I believe that the community – in the fullest sense: a place and all its creatures – is the smallest unit of health and that to speak of the health of an isolated individual is a contradiction in terms.
― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

 

 

 

 

What’s the Invisible Ingredient That Yoga Schools Offer?

 

I think yoga schools miss the crucial bit of information in their advertising that explains why yoga class attendance can be so enticing. It’s not because of building a body beautiful. And not because all stresses will be dissolved in the arms of savasana (yoga relaxation) at the end of each class. And, it’s not even because any annoying ailments or injuries with which you arrived will miraculously be cured by doing yoga postures.

The thing that is so enrolling about good yoga schools is invisible, in a way. It happens over time, but doesn’t even take that long.

It makes you feel good about yourself, the school, the teachers, and yoga.

You encounter it in other domains in your life, potentially many of them. And, this special thing gives meaning, purpose, and direction.

I was thinking about this special thing as I was teaching my class yesterday evening in the Yoga Shed, as I watched people chatting at the beginning of the session, setting up their mat-stations.

I was thinking about it as I (apparently) lost control of the group at various junctions when amusing comments were made – some by myself, some by others – demonstrating the importance of levity in yoga teaching.

I especially noticed it at the end of the class, when people slowly, peacefully roused themselves from savasana, then sat with hands in namaste and connected in the spirit of good will, silently.

Of course the thing I’m talking about is community and being a yoga family.

 

 

If You Can’t Say Something Nice

 

I felt like not posting tonight. I thought I didn’t really have anything to say. I went on the internet to find some inspiration (above), but it wasn’t quite it.

Then, I realised there were things I didn’t want to say… in a public forum.

Sometimes it has to be all right not to say important things. It might end up like serving an underdone meal.

So, I’m letting this stuff cook a little more until it’s ready. But, here I am anyway.

Know Any Everyday Heroes?

 

Sometimes I hear about a person in my circle of friends and acquaintances who is doing it hard and doing it quietly and uncomplainingly. It crosses my mind that these people are really everyday heroes, in their own sphere.

We don’t often recognise these stalwarts for their contributions because we think of heroes as being those who lead forces in battle, tie themselves to trees in old-growth forests, or save lives. I’ll never forget the faces pictured on the front page of the Sydney Morning Herald after the Port Arthur massacre. Many of them were men who had acted as human shields to protect their families from being shot by a crazed gunman, and who gave up their lives in the process.

Among the group of ordinary heroes, there are the school teachers who give many unpaid extracurricular hours to their students because they know this is what it takes to shape the kids’ futures; the single mums or dads who are unstintingly there for their kids, keeping the roof over their heads, while sometimes wearing hats as both mother and father; and the armies of volunteers in social services, without whom those they serve might not survive or just have to live their lives cut off from society.

Right now I’m thinking of the woman who runs our tiny general store at Manning Point. She’s there day in and day out, acting as postal agent, petrol attendant, fry cook and more. I feel grateful for her support of our small community each time I walk in the shop.

Who are the heroes in the yoga world? Maybe they are lowly-paid teachers, who do their schtick with much love and passion, who show up rain, or snow, or hail, sometimes in 5 am darkness for the early shifts of classes, and are there even in holiday periods.

Daniel and I do an acknowledgement exercise, whereby we take 5 minutes each to notice things that we appreciate about each other. While the behaviours we acknowledge each other for may not be of heroic proportions, perhaps it does take heroes to stay steady in relationship and to keep recreating love and respect over the years and decades.

Try looking for some heroes in your neighbourhood today. I’d be interested in what you find :)

Everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look. – Maeve Binchy

Community By Design

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Who are these people and why are they appearing on my yoga blog?

These are two of my housemates, Rick and Heather, and my husband, Daniel. We’ve been engaged in lengthy discussions about the purchase of a new refrigerator and freezer.

There are six of us altogether, living under one big roof that covers three separate suites, plus other areas that we share in common.

We decided 10 years ago to do retirement differently from other 60-year olds and so we came up with a long range plan for buying a country property, building a house on it, and moving from the city.

Many people think our living situation sounds interesting and intriguing, but can’t imagine doing what we’ve done.

It hasn’t been easy. Imagine all the sacrifices, compromises, and work it took to pull off what we’ve done and still remain the best of friends.

Take this refrigerator/freezer purchase as an example. There were probably a few hours of conversations, measuring, research, and sketches that went into getting to a final decision – which, remarkably, turned out to be a full consensus.

Can you imagine the more weighty conversations we had about where we should purchase our property in the first place, how we were going to manage money, and what sort of house to build?

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It’s been a remarkable and rewarding journey. You can read all about it on Heather’s blog.

Living in the Bubble

 

I have a relative living in the United States, and I’m afraid she is going to fall through the cracks in the economic system there.

What I mean is that she is 79, renting a small apartment, has six grown kids who either won’t or don’t feel able to support her, and in about a year, she will run out of her meagre savings.

She is working casually in a fast-food business, earning a bit over a hundred dollars a week, with tax taken out. She does get social security to the tune of around $600/month – but it’s way short of what it takes to live a dignified life.

She won’t be eligible for welfare support until her savings are gone. Then, if she works more hours, she’ll be liable for more in taxes and, as a result, possibly lose her welfare.

In any case, government aid only covers 30% of her rent, and she will have to make up the difference somehow. How? By working and paying more taxes. And, unfortunately, there’s a two-year wait for housing.

There are medical problems. She had back surgery a year and a half ago and can’t handle hard physical work. There are migraines and panic attacks.

She might just be the face of poverty in old age in the U.S. One study says that one in four seniors live in poverty in the U.S., according to international measures. I certainly wouldn’t want to live there as a poor, ageing person.

Come to think of it, I wouldn’t want to be impoverished and living anywhere in the world.

Sitting here at my big mac computer and looking out at our green acreage on a perfect balmy evening, I realise I’m in a bubble. It could be so easy to forget about my relative or the one billion children living in poverty on the planet, but it feels like they’re right here in this moment.

I’m present to how much inequality there is in the world, and I feel powerless and sad.