And I am LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVING it. I know I was back for part of the summer, and it was great then too. But then I had to take time off from the shala because the kids came home from camp and I started getting major pressure from The Husband to NOT pay for yoga when it comes free with my Gym membership (bleh – ANUSARA – not bad, just not for me, not now, not after years of Ashtanga’s silence and meditative constant movement into stilness).

Well, my Gym membership ended, finally! And I celebrated by rejoining the The Yoga Shala – CT in Georgetown, which has moved to a new space just down the road and a bit closer to the NY border. The new space is beautiful – sunshine streams in on the dark wood floors. I find a little nook near the window to place my mat and off I go. It’s delightful.

My relationship with Teacher is nice too. She’s a grownup, and she knows I am too. After four years on and off with her, we are able to dialogue about my practice. She is respectful, and she receives my respect in return. She encourages me to spread my wings and return to my more advanced practice (half of Second Series tacked onto half of Primary or all of Primary) when I am ready. Currently, I do not feel ready and am not anxious to be ready. What I am anxious for, if anything, is to be right in the middle of the sweet spot of routine.

Today, I am practicing at home, but I will do it in my home studio, not in front of the television. That will be today’s equivalent of getting into the routine. And I will be practicing shortly. Not waiting until I do this, that and the other thing.

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YC

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YC

What was the problem? All I can give you are the facts.

It’s a new studio, relatively speaking. It’s only been around for less than a year. I am assuming that the teacher/owner is a relatively new teacher, since those are the people who tend to open up the Bikram Studios…students who became teachers for the purpose of opening a studio. She wasn’t young in years, but she had a vibe of a newbie-teacher (I was once a newbie teacher…and I am sure I gave off that icky and uncomfortable newbie teacher vibe at that time…like the icky and uncomfortable vibe given off by a couple sitting next to you at a restaurant who are obviously on a blind date).

I digress. Sorry. Anyway, when I walked in, the newbie teacher/studio owner asked me if I had any experience with Bikram Yoga. I told her I had been doing it for 10 years. Since Bikram is a 26-posture sequence that never ever changes, and since Bikram was designed for beginning yoga students, and since I told her that I had taught a form of hot yoga back a few years ago that was based on Bikram, it’s a pretty safe bet that I knew what I was doing, right?

So, we began with the first “posture”, which is really a breathing exercise. And about two seconds into it, the teacher called me out: “Lauren, why don’t you stop and watch the other students to see how to do this.”

REALLY?

Really.

I said, “No, I’m sorry, I’ve been doing this for 10 years. I’m here to do the yoga, not to watch. But thanks.”

Then she started picking on some really inflexible, kind of spazzy guy in the back, and I thought I was safe. Telltale sign of a teacher picking on you: when they say, “I’m not pickin on you, but…” But that was his problem. Not mine. Mine was yet to come…

And by the way, one telltale sign of a newbie teacher is a teacher who picks on students. It is actually a sign, more specifically, that the teacher is having trouble staying focused on her teaching and is allowing herself to get distracted by what is going on around her. But again, I digress. Sorry.

Anyway, everything was going great for the next three or four postures. I listened to every instruction Teacher gave, which is always somewhat torturous for me, since I have heard the instructions 80,000 times by now (they never veer from the memorized monologue…never…ever…unless the teacher wants to take some serious abuse from Bikram Choudhury himself). I put out some really nicely executed poses in exactly the form she demanded – specifically, Utkatasana, Eagle Pose (Garudasana), Dandayamana Bipakdipada Paschimotanasana (aka standing on one leg with the other leg straight out in front of you and folding over the extended leg…or as we say in Ashtanga, “Uttitha Hasta Pandangustasana” – Extended Hand to Foot Pose), and Natarajasana (Dancer Pose, which is called Dandayamana Dhanurasana in Bikram). Those poses for me are the ones I can really do nicely. So, it’s not like I was sucking at the yoga. And the spazzy guy in the back had that covered, besides. So, it couldn’t be that she hated me because I was so “bad” at the yoga…

Unfortunately, after Dancer Pose, I began feeling lightheaded. This was not alarming to me since I have somewhat low blood pressure, and I tend to get lightheaded when I start to lose a lot of water through sweat. And since Bikram is practiced in a room heated to 105 degrees, this is par for the course. But also, I hadn’t eaten all day, although that is also fairly standard procedure before a yoga class. And since this is pretty much “the drill” for me in any Bikram class (the triad of not eating, being dehydrated and being lightheaded from a dip in blood pressure) I know how to handle it…I get low to the ground and let my head sink between my knees.

Teacher called me out on that though. “Don’t put your head below your heart!! Remain standing!” Apparently, the anatomical rules are different in a Bikram classroom than they are in real life. Apparently, the failure of blood to be pumped to the head must be addressed by allowing it to drain to the feet in a Bikram class. ‘Mmkay.

“But I’m dizzy. And this is what I do when I’m dizzy.”

I could see her disapproval, coming off her like the steam was coming off of my skin. And so, I just tried to go with her suggestion and remain standing. But since this does not address the failure of blood to drain into my head, I began to get really really dizzy..as in “I am going to pass out now” dizzy.

But I wanted to behave. So, I drank a bit of water and “remained standing” as required. Yet somehow Teacher was not satisfied with this, and she did what I consider to be the unthinkable in a Bikram class: she came up to me and put her hands on my body. I’m not sure what she was trying to do with her hands – hold my back up straight? Give me a hug? Whatever it was, it is just NOT acceptable in a Bikram class, and 10 years of being a student of Bikram (on and off), I know that to be the case. There are NO physical adjustments, there is NO physical touching. And there is a really good reason for this, even if it is not the REAL reason (although maybe it is): no one wants to be touched when they are sweating in a room heated to 105 degrees, and least of all someone who is trying to keep from fainting in a room heated to 105 degrees.

I recoiled and gasped at her, “Listen, I just want to get through this class. You have to back off of me. Please.”

And with that she rolled up my mat and threw my money at me.

WHAT??

By the way, this was Bikram Yoga Ridgefield. Ridgefield, Connecticut, just off the main drag on Main Street. Just in case you are interested in going to a tiny, out of the way studio in a far-off corner of Fairfield County, Connecticut, with zero “shakti” (energy) and very few students to provide that shakti…and oh, yes, a crazy, control-freak teacher/owner who is an equal opportunity crazy, control-freak: not just the experienced yogis get trashed, but also the spazzy inflexible guys standing in the back wishing they were a little closer to their goal of losing 75 pounds.

Now, I know what you’re thinking…it’s not the first time I’ve had a problem in a Bikram class. And It’s not my true style of yoga. And I can’t seem to bear the heat anymore (back in 2002 and 2003, when it was my meat and potatoes yoga, I was in a very different “body”…and perhaps I needed the heat…now not so much), much as I want to. And maybe it’s me, not the teachers. Maybe.

But I still scratch my head…why should it be that hard for me to take a Bikram class??? Ironically, the last time that I had trouble in a Bikram class, the class itself went GREAT. I thought it was fantastic. I managed to get through the whole class with what I thought was no teacher-student drama. But in that case, when I walked out of the locker room, I heard the teacher gossiping about me. I’m sure I blogged about it. I don’t feel like linking to it though…too lazy!

Anyway, I think I will stick to Ashtanga and the occasional vinyasa class for now, at least until I get desperate for some heat in the winter. There’s still some uncharted Bikram territory for me in the greater NY area…Bronx Bikram anyone?

YC

Talking to the media can’t be particularly time consuming, especially when she will not be able to tell her “real story” of how Caylee drowned because that would involve an implicit admission that she had lied to law enforcement officers whom she led on a wild goose chase in search of a child whom she knew was already dead and disposed of in a swamp.

Casey may be able to go back to a life of “partying”, although it is unlikely that she will have much success in finding more than a handful (at best) of people who are willing to be friends with her. And she could go to Ireland seeking that adoption she spoke of, but that won’t likely occupy her for long, since it is unlikely that any individual on this planet would willingly put a baby in Casey Anthony’s hands.

So, what should Casey do?

Well, the answer seems obvious: Casey should devote her life to studying yoga. And by “studying yoga”, I do not mean procuring a membership at Pure Yoga or Jivamukti or taking random Vinyasa classes for the purpose of shaping a “hot body”-worthy yoga butt. No. What I mean by “studying yoga” is going to India, or really anywhere in Asia, finding a teacher who has followed the yogic path of nonjudgement and nonattachment and prostrating herself to that teacher, surrendering herself to everything that teacher has to offer.

It is possible that Casey will not be so easily recognized in an Asian country, particularly one which is heavily populated and heavily visited by Caucasian tourists. More importantly, albeit theoretically, a yoga teacher who has truly walked the path toward enlightenment will not judge Casey for what she has done in her past. That teacher will accept Casey for who she is RIGHT NOW, at this very moment, the bad parts and whatever good parts there are.

That teacher (again, theoretically) would set Casey upon the “Eight Limbed Path” to yoga, teaching her the “Yamas” and the “Niyamas” (the things we should and should not do in our human life), the “Asanas” (what everyone comes to think of as “yoga” – the physical practice), “Pranayama” (breathing exercises which help control the mind), “Pratayahara”, “Dharana” and “Dhyana” (practices aimed toward concentration), and finally “Samadhi” (the ultimate union with the divine within oneself).

From my own experience as a yogi, I believe that the Asanas would likely be the first thing Casey would learn. But in the course of learning to do the physical yoga poses, Casey would also be taught aspects of the other limbs. In fact, Asana practice is rich with metaphors that help teach a yoga student to understanding the Yamas, which include “Ahimsa” (the practice of not doing harm to any living being), “Satya” (the practice of committing to being truthful) and “Asteya” (the practice of not stealing, whether material things or time and other non-material resources).

For example, if Casey found it painful to stand on her head, the teacher might instruct Casey to treat her body with “Ahimsa” and not push herself to the point of pain. If Casey fell on the teacher while attempting to stand in Tree Pose, the teacher might point out to Casey that it is best not to harm others or to put oneself in a situation where harm of others might be possible. Satyah, or truthfulness, comes through the practice at times that we try to fool ourselves into thinking we can do what we cannot do, or vice versa. Casey might benefit from seeing Satya in action. And Casey could certainly benefit from learning to not waste her teacher’s time and energy by going out drinking the night before and arriving at class with a raging hangover. This is a teaching that comes square within the practice of Asteya.

The other Yamas are “Brahmacharya” (abstinence, or at least abstinence in the absence of a healthy relationship) and “Aparigraha” (non-greediness, such as not seeking to make millions of dollars out of your daughter’s death that you may have caused or covered up). Clearly, Casey could benefit from immersion in these teachings.

Or at least theoretically. If Casey Anthony were to go to Asia to practice yoga in earnest. If only.

YC

And so you must resist. You will have many reasons not to resist. You will say that you can do the poses in the comfort of your own home, you will say that you don’t need to pay shala fees for poses you can do yourself. You will say that you resent having to pay to be taught poses you already know. You will say that you don’t like the paternalistic nature of it all. You may have a disagreement with your teacher. You may find your teacher to be disappointing in some way. You may find your teacher is just a human being like yourself, and that may come as a disappointment to you, Future Lauren.

But I’m here to tell you that all of those arguments are the disease, not the cure. If you think Ashtanga is your addiction, I will tell you without a doubt that your running from it is your true addiction. You have done it countless times. You have left one teacher for another. You have left the practice entirely. And what good has come from it? You have gained weight, you have gotten sloppy and unfocused, you have become lazy.

From where I sit, you are back on track. You have had a month of being back in the warm Ashtanga fold. Every ounce of weight that you gained from your countless surgeries last year is gone, and for the most part, it all fell off in the last month while you were practicing Ashtanga diligently with a teacher. You get up every morning with your kids and you get your day started. After you are done practicing, you still have so much of the day left that you don’t feel stressed. You get things done on your to-do list. You are organized. You managed to clean your own house last week when your housekeeper called in sick. And even though it was stressful, you managed to do it. Your garden has never looked better.

When you are feeling that urge to run from Ashtanga, remember how good you were feeling when this letter got written. Sure, you think your reasons are justified. Sure, you think that I just can’t see what you’re going through, Future Lauren. But it’s a mirage. It won’t lead to anything better than what you’ve got going on right now.

So, Future Lauren, whenever this letter finds you, I implore you to resist the urge to run. Stay with the program. It works, or as you told a newbie the other day, “It’s like magic, except it’s real.”

YC