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Utilizing other practices in Yoga

What better way to wake up a class than with the Cock or Rooster? Few of my students can insert their arms between their legs and support themselves on their hands in Kukkutasana, so I created an energetic warm-up and pranayama, inspired by the Haka (a traditional Mauri dance used to bring out the fighting spirit of Mauri warriors and currently employed by the New Zealand All Blacks rugby team) and an imitation of flapping wings.

The Haka, as I see it, involves lots of vigorous body slapping accompanied by focused and severe facial expressions. The slapping, like Qigong body tapping, stimulates the flow of energy and hormones in the body. The more enthusiastic the body thumping, the more enlivening the practice. Thus my rooster persona assumes a cross-legged posture on the floor or a grounded stance on a chair and begins to flap its wings as in a chicken dance. The difference, however, is that with each down stroke of its wings it thumps against the sides of its chest. Talk about waking up stagnate lungs and overcoming inhibitions right off the bat in a class! Thwack, thwack. Pause and feel the energy throbbing in the chest. The rooster then clasps its claws under its wattles and lifts and lowers its wings, coordinating the movement with its breath. I feel the sides of my lungs stretching and expanding with each deep breath, from the sides of my hips right up to my arm pits. I find this breath calming after the vigorous Haka thumping. Try the two rooster variations anytime you need to wake up and fill yourself with fresh prana.

I looked up the Cock in Swami Sivananda Radha’s book, Hatha Yoga, The Hidden Language, Symbols, Secrets, and Metaphor as well as in Ted Andrew’s, Animal Speak. The Cock, throughout history, has been associated with sexuality, watchfulness, resurrection. In Greek mythology, Alektraon was turned into a cock to herald the day when he failed to warn the lovers, Mars and Venus of Vulcan’s approach. Or, according to Andrews, the cock plays a vigilant role in the romance between Ares and Aphrodite.

Andrews also describes the god Abraxas, revered by the early gnostics, “the rooster-headed god with serpent feet, in whom light and darkness are both united and transcended”. Unity, in the meaning of the term Yoga, refers to the transcending of opposites. As I flap my wings in the two versions of my cock posture, initiating the active portion of my Halloween flow, I am aware of the therapeutic benefit of acknowledging and assimilating opposites in my own personality.

The Cock is also one of the twelve signs of the Chinese zodiac, representing enthusiasm, humor, directness, eccentricity, and optimism. The more we practice yoga, the more we discover who we are and learn to express our essential selves with confidence. Needless to say, yogis are an eccentric lot.

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Connecting with your kids

I was cross-country skiing this morning and decided the bliss comes in the space between the steps, in the glide. The glide is the moment of relaxation, the still point, the dot! What do you love to do? Is there a still point?

Do you ever get cold hands when you are skiing? Do you want to embarrass your kids? Try Breath of Joy on the ski slopes as an effective warm-up. Keep your knees soft and bounce gently as you raise your arms to the front, to the sides, over your head and then down towards your toes. Sniff in through your nose as you conduct with your arms (forward, out, and up) and then “HA!” out through your mouth as you bow forward. Notice how your back, the sides of your ribs, and your belly and chest expand as you wave your arms and sniff. Release with the resounding “HA!”. Start slowly and speed up after a couple of repetitions. Slow down again and just hang in stillness. Use your hands to lift your torso back up and you’ll have a smile on your face and be ready to ski some more!

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Insane yoga practice

While watching the videos, I was struck with several conflicting emotions. First was awe. I couldn’t believe some of the poses were even possible, and they looked at times effortless. Then I felt respect, for the dedication and strength to achieve such poses. Then I felt discouraged, as a beginner to ever dream of having that flexibility even if I practice for a million hours.

Then I felt inspired, because in the end it’s not about the poses. It was a beautiful performance, and that is all it has to be. A vibrant, healthy, fit woman (in her 50′s no less) doing something she clearly loves. So what if I never reach quite so perfect.

Yoga is more about the internal journey towards spirituality than the external manifestation of a limber body. Although, it’s one heckuva beneficial side effect. I’m saying this to remind myself to seek inwards. I’m kidding myself to take on a physical challenge, and then shirk the mental work, which is just as, or even more, difficult.

Let us: soften and be less critical. Loosen the death grip on life. Go with the flow (because you’re going there one way or another). Relish in the balance of all things. Breathe.