March 25, 2014 § 3 Comments
At some point in the past few weeks I reached a tipping point in the consumption and immersion of Ashtanga-related content, conversation and thoughts. It’s probably been in the works for a while but almost overnight, it seemed, I started feeling nauseated at yet another: Yoga selfie/ Conference Notes report/ blog post about the ‘right’ way to do this practice, and so on. As this gained momentum, I encountered a few splatters of Ashtanga dogmatism in real life which was enough to leave me really really sick of this parade and the questioning, analyzing, turf-staking, polarizing, soapbox pedantism of the online Ashtanga discourse. Perhaps I’ve just moved on from this medium. I hardly talk about the specifics of my practice here anymore anyway, because it just feels redundant. More and more the practice for me is not about the externals but on the internals: the vrttis, the breath, their complex dance and how it shapes my life and relationships. It is a stage of experience too dense and baggage-laden to render legible on a screen, for 21st-century attention spans. Heck, even I don’t have the patience to try to sift through all of it.
I need to step away from Ashtanga in social media (to start, at least), save for a handful of content from individuals I respect and trust. Mental hygiene practice, more important now than its ever been. Will I write here again? Highly possible. When? I don’t know. Developments that will most likely resurrect this blog from dormancy: another trip to India, finding a really good Teacher, spending a significant amount of time with said Teacher. As for everything else, it really doesn’t matter. There are many many other Ashtanga blogs out there who will provide a steady stream of content of asana how-tos, Mysore 101 adulations (both the style and the city) and a regurgitation of the rules that some folks love to cling on to.
You will never find it here. Have a good practice, whatever it looks like, on any given day. Until next time.