The forecast is mild. There will be no winter. I surrender to daffodils recklessly rising against the odds that they will not be smitten by unreasonable fortune’s turn. You know, when you least expect it……
This strange space does not leave the energy known as human indifferent. There is opportunity in emptiness of unfamiliarity to ponder in new ways.
A friend’s father is hospitalized and nearly killed by inefficiency, incompetence, indifference. One knows these days that you do not sit still in a metal folding bed of rough white bleach tortured sheets over a thin plastic covered foam pad waiting in your soft worn hospital gown so immodestly covered and held together with shoe string for the death knell. One calls in support.
Why are these places of healing so dangerous? What fault is it that allows otherwise kind and thoughtful and reasonably intelligent life forms to disgrace their profession with sloppiness? I’m no reporter here. I don’t have an audience to educate with facts. For now I just want to question. And I want to say, back- off to you who will defend the white coated forces. I respect them too. I know there is much good. It is the trappings of the establishment that worry me, the thing that mutates when housed in airless rooms inside cities of hand sanitized micro waved institutions of conformity managed by teams of paper shufflers and bureaucrats.
Will this mess soon absorb the thing known as yoga?
A friend recently offered her opinion that when yoga teachers brought up the idea of yoga in the medical field they opened Pandora’s Box. Yoga would be regulated by the government. You would pay your yearly fees for this and that re-certification and fill coffers and you would answer to people who know nothing of your profession. That was her take and I suppose I can see it. The states would hire ‘professional’s, who are likely just big yoga outfits and those people manage the new bureaucracy and well you know how it could go.
And I thought about something that keeps coming up called Adaptive Yoga which is yoga for at risk populations and for professionals who want to offer the benefits of yoga and meditation without any trappings of foreignness, religiousness, spookiness.
I answered a call to teach “Adaptive Yoga” to mentally challenged people at an outpatient facility. I was a bit suspicious when they requested someone who was not certified but working toward a certification. The interviewer said that he had done some research on me and was concerned that I was over qualified. I protested that though most everyone I know is either mentally or emotionally challenged to some degree that I had no experience with this population but he persisted. He said the teacher was expected to follow a book written by a local M.D. who had gotten a perfunctory yoga degree and written a book on yoga. I glanced through the book and tried to hide my impatience with something so frankly infuriating. He said they were looking for someone with unlimited time and someone less “experienced”.
I walked away confused and realized after they told me that they hired someone without any commitments and no certification, that they wanted to groom someone to teach yoga mechanically, by this book, adapted to someone else’s idea of what the yoga should be.
I’ve been thinking that most of the yoga that’s popular today is Adaptive Yoga. It’s the physical stuff and some of the breathing stuff and some of the mind-full stuff and it could be called thoughtful exercise or body alignment or any number of things. I have certainly taught that.
So perhaps Adaptive Yoga will become the yoga for the masses and the yoga for medicine and then all other yoga will be what yoga used to be before we needed names to define it. All yoga would be Bhakti. And yoga would be practiced by fringe people out of the limelight, people who are not certified, not doing yoga for business, not talking yoga, not marketing yoga, not competing with yoga. And yoga will be right where it started in this country. A tie-dyed contemplative practice for those suspicious outsiders that find themselves enlivened by the practice and study of a thing that has no license and no PLU number or tracking code or department or use.
Like I said, just enjoying the curve ball of Springtime in Winter and pondering.