Yoga Ruins Your Life. . .

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I have many teachers.  Teachers who have inspired my practice and life.  Not every one of them knows how they have influenced me or even my name.

Not every teacher has taught me asanas.  Some of my teachers even come in the form of my child or my dog.  But I am touched by each one just the same.

One such teacher is Richard Freeman.  He does not know me by name.  Although there was this one time he did point me out as an example of someone NOT doing what he instructed (so embarrassing – I must have been awe-struck)!

That's me in the light blue at my first Hanuman Festival workshop with Richard Freeman.  Photo by the amazingly talented Jim Campbell
That’s me in the light blue at my first Hanuman Festival workshop with Richard Freeman. Photo by the amazingly talented Jim Campbell.  To see Jim’s work visit OmLightPhotography.

I have been blessed to practice with Richard Freeman over several years at                 Hanuman Festival and respect deeply his teachings and sense of humor.

Below is a beautifully made video by Richard Freeman’s Yoga Workshop in which he eloquently and effortlessly describes how yoga grabs hold and ruins your life.

Yoga Ruins Your Life. . .


One last thing. . . many of us are blessed to have the ability to travel to festivals and study with well known teachers. However many of us can barely afford the price of keeping up with a consistent studio practice, much less leave our jobs, children, and other responsibilities to explore our practice. I have been in both situations in my life. Yoga can and should be accessible to everyone. Remember, Yoga Doesn’t Give A Shit! Many of the most inspiring and most studied teachers are available on services like YogaGlo or MyYoga and you can find local teachers in your area through apps and sites like MindBodyConnect and YogaTrail Keep Practicing!

Yoga Doesn’t Give A Shit. . .

 

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 Yoga doesn’t care if you can touch your toes. . .

bend your knees.

Yoga doesn’t care if you have read the Sutras chapter and verse. . .

you are welcome.

Yoga doesn’t care who Lulu or Lucy are or if your pants are vegetable dyed hemp. . .

you are not your clothes.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are having your best day or your worst. . .

any day is a good day to practice.

Yoga doesn’t care if you believe you are physically broken or emotionally bankrupt . . .

come as you are.

Yoga doesn’t care if your pants are see-through. . .

and they are, trust me.

Yoga doesn’t care if you speak English, French, Korean or Sanskrit. . .

just speak your own truth.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Muslim, Aetheist, Agnostic. . .

as long as you walk in love.

Yoga doesn’t care if you think you are “all that”. . .

it will humble you.

Yoga doesn’t care if you are fat or skinny, tall or short, brown or white. . .

you are not your vessel.

Yoga doesn’t care if you do not believe in yourself. . .

it will show you the way.

Yoga doesn’t care if you’ve been a jerk your whole life. . .

it will reveal your inner light.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice yin, Bhakti, Bikram, vinyasa. . .

this practice offers so much.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice in the heat or cold, in a bed, on a cushion or in a chair. . .

it cannot be contained.

Yoga doesn’t care if you practice one limb or all eight. . .

you have to start somewhere.

Yoga doesn’t care if you can’t shut off your mind. . .

that is why it is called a practice.

Yoga doesn’t care about Chaturanga, Adho Mukha Vrksasana,

or Eka Pada Rajakapotasana. . .

those asanas are the illusions to which we attach ourselves.

Yoga doesn’t give a shit. . .

you do.

Let go of judgment, labels and perfection. . .

simply practice.