So my friend Tony shared the new KPJAYI rule for admission to the main shala. The update is here. I was raised in culture where finding away around the rule was a sign of ingenuity with a  small  tiny smidgen stain of dishonesty. In other words an unattended farm stand on the road with can to leave payment would never work in Colombia, at least while I lived there. So my question is, how is that going to be verified/enforced?? Also, like her brother Manju, is Saraswati on the authorized list? If she is, then stay for 3 months! (okay I’m kidding) I actually think Saraswati should be able to grant certification as well. I don’t think the rule is bad for anyone with a sincere yoga practice. But it becomes the source of a status symbol for those with overactive, overexcitable Type A tendencies. My teacher is not authorized. She has a 20 year old daily practice, with some trips to Mysore before Guruji passed. I and most of her students would be delighted to study with Sharath’s Mom.


I lost my cousin Vivianne today. She was sick with lung cancer so I feel relief for her. I also feel fragile because as some of you know, cousins are your first playmates so death feels really real when it starts to happen to people whose face you have known  and recall at age 4, 8,12, 20 and 40. Our parents and their parents were already grown ups- their images change less in our minds. My mom and her two sisters had two daughters each. I am my mom’s oldest. I’ve been an old hippie since I was 12, and am now a yogi. My younger sister is a private banker. My cousin Martha is a Buddhist nun. She is the oldest in her family. Her younger sister runs a construction company. Vivianne was the oldest in her family. She was  a shaman and a healer. She saw things that we found fantastic and scary when we were little, but we asked her to tell us more even if we were pretty spooked. Her younger sister is an insurance agent.

Asking for A Friend

Not really. I had a small spontaneous party with like minded friends and neighbors which justified some huevos rancheros and a Bloody Mary around 11 AM. I had been looking forward (my piriformis in particular) to a castor oil bath, so I googled castor oil bath while hungover. Well wouldn’t you know that castor oil with a few tweaks is actually a hangover cure??? De nada, you few retrograde Ashtangis! Hahahaha.

Choir Preaching

If you are interested in reading things related to ashtanga, this is probably in your mail box too, waiting to be read or maybe you already read. I love blog entries with perfect timing. Reading this one feels as good as tiger balm or a salt bath if you are presently sore, or it can replicate the feeling of a practice that was enjoyed. I will also say perfect timing because doing your practice will never make the things that are wrong in society worse, or make your personal challenges and relationships deteriorate even more. Doing a practice is either neutral or beneficial. Will it make you feel  intense things? You know the answer to that. Your feelings and mine are not what defines when yoga is good or when it is bad. yoga is the ocean, You either have a difficult swim, a rough sail, or it was so calm that you could not surf.  It  just sounds weird and a bit silly to say that the ocean is bad because one of those things happened to you, but people have no problem saying yoga is bad when it is problematic. It is okay not to go in deep or far or for a long period, when the waves are too rough for you and you are not feeling your best. Or when the people playing in the ocean around you are horsing around and ruining it for you. It is another thing to say that you do not feel your best because the ocean is rough and the people in it are being annoying. This is not what Zoe is really talking about, but I thought I’d throw that in. I loved that her post applied to people who will never see second as well as to people rocking advanced A and B.


Is energy prana? I will read up on that. I bring this up because earlier this week I experienced a circumstance that extracted, depleted, drained, (I could go on) every ounce of ability I had to commune, participate, or share space with another being. I know it sounds dramatic but I cannot even  give attention to what my husband is saying in conversation, or rather I cannot offer or participate in an exchange. I know that this might sound a bit insane but it did happen and I am sure it was done without the intention to harm me. All I know is that I was left with barley energy to get out of bed, much less go outside. To clarify: I am not depressed. and I did not undergo a dangerous or threatening episode, just a sharing of space where I very literally mean energy or life force was sucked from me, and again I reiterate that it probably happened with no ill intention or wish to do harm. All I know is that it felt a little supernatural and invasive and now you know that sometimes I maybe misplace my full deck. I need my full deck this weekend, because lots of love is coming my way and I need to be able to enjoy and reciprocate.