My first foray into Yoga was unintentional.
I had a dance injury and still wanted to move my body while I recovered. I quickly became more interested in the connection between the mind and Yoga, even more so than the physical aspect of the practice. I recognized at a young age that the body is susceptible to injury, illness, and decay, yet the mind is such an elusive and powerful beast. A beast I naively thought I could learn to tame and master by the age of 25.
A series of serendipitous events landed me in the poorest state of India at the Bihar School of Yoga, the world’s first Yoga University. I had no idea about gurus and certainly wasn’t going to bow down to anyone. Being a self-proclaimed atheist and feminist, I was sure I knew what I was doing and didn’t need help from anyone else, thank you very much.
Like a moth to a flame, I entered ashram life as if it was as natural as the birth of a new day. I loved the simplicity and rigour of constant karma yoga that consumed most of my time at the ashram. I found an odd satisfaction and pleasure cleaning the toilets before dawn, seeing the sunrise everyday for six months, and practicing periods of mouna (silence).
One night after a prophetic dream, I awoke and set off to find the barber that would come to the ashram once a week to shave all of the swamis’ heads. I sat down on the ground and signaled to him. He began to snip away my locks that kissed the middle of my back. Once there was enough of a clear-cut of the forest on my head, he went in skillfully with the blade and shaved my head to the scalp.
I was naked.
It took days for some people in the ashram to recognize me, and many of the Indians in my class thought I was nuts—a Western woman shaving her head?!
I took initiation with my Guru, received a personal mantra and was given my spiritual name, Madhuri, meaning inner beauty, inner sweetness.
As a lifelong over-achiever, I became the best li’l yogi out there, embracing karma yoga to the point of exhaustion and chanting my heart out every night at the evening kirtan.
I was on the road to becoming a swami if only it wasn’t for one thing . . . love. My beloved was back in Vancouver, and he was never out of my mind and heart. I was not destined to live out my days wearing orange pyjamas and renouncing everything in the material world: friends, family, boyfriend, and the adventures beyond the ashram walls.
Despite always feeling like I had one foot in the world of the ancient Sanyassin tradition and one foot in my life outside, the inner shifts that I experienced during my time at the ashram were palpable and affected my life completely.
After leaving the ashram and re-integrating into my life, things started to crumble around me. I was not established in my self, but caught in two apparently conflicting lives that didn’t have a merging point in sight. I lost my relationship and felt displaced for years. In earnest, I taught yoga, trying to convey to so many students over the years that doing yoga is much more than just sweating in downward-facing dog.
Now, 15 years later, I have come to realize that Yoga is not about wearing the latest yoga pants, nor is it necessarily renunciation and escaping our responsibilities in the world.
Yoga is an attitude . . . not just one you tap into as you move through your day but more importantly, a conscious approach you engage in as you move through your life.
Yoga is the way in which we think, act, and feel in our human experience.
Yoga is the expression of humanity that connects us to the Truth of who we are—Divine Beings of Spirit. We are all infinitely powerful creators.
Unconsciously, we create struggle, pain, and illness. Consciously, we choose who we are and how we want to be in the world despite what curve balls life throws at us.
Yoga is not about being good . . . or holy . . . or righteous.
Yoga is about unraveling all of the threads of the glorious tapestry of our life, laying it out, and saying, “YES!” When we say yes to all that we are and embrace the shadow that we neatly tuck away (so that no one will think the horrible things about us that we think about ourselves) this is the beginning.
When we take complete and utter responsibility for our life and choose to abide in the richness and love of existence—these actions epitomize Yoga.
Once you take complete responsibility my friend, you construct the framework and foundation of a pure Yoga attitude for any downward-facing dog you will ever do. Doing yoga should not be undertaken without awareness. Awareness is what makes any action Yoga. When we wake up and realize that we are not our parents, nor are we the conditioning of society, or who we were yesterday, we create ourselves anew from the present.
When you operate in the present, there is freedom. There is freedom to choose who you want to be now.
Allowing yourself this gift of transformation unleashes you from the constraints of the small life you were living and opens you up to a connection more powerful and beautiful than you could ever have created without aligning yourself to the Source of all that is.
The universe does not want us to struggle. The universe wants us to thrive.
We have certain lessons to learn before we can move to the next level of awareness, of Being. Often those lessons come as challenges that force us to confront the shadow that is so neglected… Enter. Yoga.