Pages

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Spring Tasting Guide

Free Spring Tasting Download from Everyday Ayurveda.



Be the first to know when we release the full edition later this year! Sign up for the Ayurveda Boston newsletter for seasonal tips and more.

Ayurvedic cooking is a concept: seasonal whole foods, warm, sit-down meals, simply prepared, and generously spiced to stoke digestive fire.  

In collaboration with photographer Cara Brostrom, I am creating the Everyday Ayurveda Food Guide to help you get inspired, motivated, and organized about creating healthy meals for yourself every day, all year long.  

This spring collection of recipes offers a spring day's tasting from the full Guidebook, which will include meal themes that change with the seasons.

Friday, April 12, 2013

The Importance of Pramana; Correct Knowledge and Pratyaksa; Direct Perception


I don’t consider myself one who wanks about all that’s wrong with yoga today, smattering my post with Sanskrit, but here I go.  I’m worked up. 

What’s with yoga teachers sharing information they haven’t allowed to live in themselves through practice?  Each one of my teachers, western and Indian, as well the ancient texts, have cautioned against sharing the practices and the knowledge without having vigilantly allowed this to incubate.

The yoga Sutras tell us that correct knowledge arises from direct experience.  It would seem the western academic model of regurgitated information applied to Yoga is antithetical to the growth of classical yoga.

The Teacher Training prevalence has created a world where one can aspire to make a living as a “yoga teacher.”  In this, the focus is on the teaching before the practice has even begun to find a seat.  I remember 10 years or so ago, Robert Moses giving me the raised eyebrow, “You know,” he said, “the possibility of fame and fortune through yoga is a totally new thing.  There was absolutely no chance of this ever before in the yoga.”  He would speak of visiting the websites of well-known teachers where the site was all about Them.  He found this preposterous.

I am reminded of Pattabhi Jois’s tales of his wife owning one saree during his first teaching tenure in Mysore.  His daughter Saraswati tells me now she herself owns around 500.  Times change.

Pramana, correct knowledge (which requires deep understanding) results from practice and observance (which requires patience).

There is nothing about the wisdom traditions of India that suggests a quick fix, a next-best-thing, or a marketing gimmick.  I’m not stating anything you don’t already know, even with some small amount of knowledge of these traditions.  The touting out of American style sound bites, from individuals who feel their several years of experience of one tradition or another merits the next workshop, is cheap.

Small amounts of information and experience are just the beginning.  Offering practices up to the public before they live inside us does a great disservice to the art of yoga, and even more so, to the self. 

As the Prana required to experience and integrate our own yogas goes outward to the act of teaching, we miss the chance, the greatest chance of this lifetime to practice deeply and truly Svadhyaya; self-study.  We miss the chance to percolate through the filter of experience down to the field of Pramana.  We miss the opportunity to follow the yoga along the journey it leads us on when the mind is going outwards to teach new information and practice.  It takes years, it takes patience, it takes above all a commitment to the path of self to Self.

Meaningful teaching arises naturally from those who have embodied some Truth.

Addressing a group of teachers a few years ago, Sharath assured us:
“You have the honey.  Don’t worry, bees will come.  You don’t see some flowers making posts in the newspaper about their nectar.”

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

A South End Fire Escape


Construction vehicles, Rubbermaid trash cans, and sunlight through knobbled iron grates.  I am closer to the clouds and the roof decks of the affluent.  Somehow a difficult winter in India makes it so perfect to…be…here.  I inhale whatever sun comes in this spring, molasses-slow in its arrival.

Last year, high on Darshan, I came home to a 190ft sublet with no closet, the traffic and consumerism of the Back Bay a thorn in my spiritual side.  I would pace that little neighborhood, trying to reconcile the slow receding of India’s subtle awareness with the sensory assault of jackhammers and searchlights on Route 90 at 10PM.  Man, was I pissed.

This year, America is a breath of fresh air,  literally.  With the re-growth of clean and happy lung tissue, and the support of a very special community of yoga practitioners, I feel- watch the cliché- renewed.

There is nothing like a difficult and toxic time to clear the way for gratitude.  It reminds me of the experience that follows time spent slogging through my tissues’ mire at the Ayurveda center.  Those who are joining the spring cleanse this year can look forward to just this sense of renewal. 

Aaah, Boston, the other lover.  You are not the one I pine for, but the one I keep coming back to.  Like any family home, this city folds me into a stifling, centering embrace.  I step back, gasping and giddy.  Time spent here, and a life slowly built, are money in the bank.  Heart bank.

Let it be known, I am happy to be here.  Maybe for the first time in this deep way that threatens to precede a total surrender to the place.    

Monday, April 8, 2013

Tonight at the Pine Tree Saloon: God! No Cover.


I sit to write
the universe ignites
Dreaming life sprouts
pierce the heart of doubt

I can't decide
for whom I write
A single silhouette?
Or entire worlds unmet

The smell of chai
the symphony of sky
Hanging half moons
over pine tree saloons

Everywhere is godliness.
Everything is remembrance.
Of the one the only
True Love Story

Inside me inside you
whether we are three or two
Dreaming of Divinity
Reaching for Reality.

2009- Poland Spring, ME.  Blast from the past.