Showing posts with label Karma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karma. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 2010

Fieldhouse of Dreams: Yoga Reaches Out/Global Mala Boston at Gillette Stadium

In what you might call the Battle of the Beautiful Quarterbacks (also known as the New England Patriots vs. the New York Jets game), Tom Brady's team fell to  Mark Sanchez's 28-14 yesterday.  Despite the Patriots' loss, there was much rejoicing on its practice field, in the Dana-Farber Field House.  Sadly, this had nothing to do with football*.


Instead, hundreds of yogis convened for Yoga Reaches Out/Global Mala Boston, a daylong event featuring talented yoga teachers and musicians to benefit Children's Hospital Boston and Yoga for Single Moms.

I was honored to emcee the whole event and teach during the morning session's Global Mala celebration.  Boston has participated in this worldwide yoga event (the brainchild of Shiva Rea) since its inception four years ago.  10 of Boston's favorite teachers treated yogis to a 108-minute practice that included everything from Vinyasa, to Hip Hop, to restorative yoga.  The featured instructors were (in order of appearance): Brian Lam, Chanel Luck (co-creator of Global Mala Boston), Me, Jacqui Bonwell, Roberto Lim (co-creator of Global Mala Boston), Lynne Begier, Christine Raffa, Amy Leydon, Bo Forbes, and Bonnie Argo.  Here's a video clip from Lynne's Hip Hop Yoga sequence, to one of my fav running songs.  It still makes me think of Heartbreak Hill whenever I hear it (but, in a good way) . . .


Global Mala concluded with music as well, though, not the hip hop variety.  Daphne Tse performed an interlude during sivasana, followed by a set of kirtan chanting before lunch.  After lunch, Ana Forrest, creator of Forrest Yoga, took the stage to lead a challenging, heart opening, thigh scorching, toxic energy releasing practice.  She began the class by invoking the spirits of all four directions: North, South, East, and West (Ana derives much inspiration from Native American culture and philosophy).  I thought you might enjoy seeing a portion of the sacred ceremony.  



In between my emcee and teaching duties, I still found time to enjoy the company of my fellow yogi friends (new and old), soak up the experience of being at Gillette, and goof off a bit.  Shocker, I know . . .


Fellow Boston-based teacher Bo Forbes and me.  (The matching outfits were an accident).  


Feeling the turf between my toes.  


The 40-yard line, like never before. 


Coconut water, anyone? 

The event concluded with another stirring musical performance and guided meditation by kirtan and indie-pop rock performer Wade Imre Morissette.  Keep an eye out for his forthcoming movie musical, "Ultimate Boon," shooting in India soon.


Finally, it was time to go, and the gratitude among us was profound.  The event's key organizers, all inspiring women whom I am proud to call my friends: Chanel Luck (left), Bonnie Argo (not pictured), Sarah Gardner (center), and Laurin Panzano (right), took the stage.


Tomorrow, the New England Patriots reclaim their practice field, and I can't help wondering if there will be some residual love and gratitude in air.  We'll have to ask Tom Brady . . . For more photos of the event, please visit the OmGal.com Facebook fan page, Facebook.com/omgalblog.

*I fully acknowledge that there are certain subjects about which I cannot be neutral and unbiased.  Among these are: Boston sports teams (staunchly loyal), yoga (constructively critical), and mayonnaise (I hate mayonnaise of any kind).    

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

DRINK, Pray, Love: Water for Widows

The yoga community is abuzz this week over the film Eat, Pray, Love, based on the eponymous spiritual memoir by Elizabeth Gilbert.  I'm looking forward to sharing my thoughts on the movie soon, so please stay tuned.

In the meantime, I am moved and humbled by a much shorter film, by Katie Ullman and her classmate at Vanderbilt University, Vasanth Kuppuswamy.  You may recall that this inspiring om gal and I (along with help from a dear mutual friend, Abby) collaborated to create a yoga benefit here in Boston called Put Your Money Where Your Mat Is.  I taught a class at Brookline Ballet, and all the money raised by the yogis in attendance was donated to Katie's fundraising efforts for a freshwater pipeline in India, serving an ashram for widows with nowhere else to go.  You can see photos of the event here and watch a short film about Katie and Vasanth's fascinating, sometimes-frustrating, and heartfelt journey.

Thanks to their "karma yoga," the women at the ashram in Vrindavan, India now have access to one of life's most basic necessities: clean water to drink.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Friday, I'm in Love: Fresh Air


I love fresh air. I love inhaling it, and exhaling it. I like it at the beach, laced with salty mist, and in the mountains, cut with the scent of pine. I like it whooshing through my ponytail on a morning run or lightly clanging the shades against an open window as I drift off to sleep.

It seems like the simplest of pleasures-- a huge, deep breath of unfussy air. It's accessible, easy, and best of all, free . . . Or is it?
What if you live in the inner city, without the means to retreat to areas without pollution, noise, traffic, or even violence? This is a reality for many children and adults.
In my mid-20s, I worked in an inner city community as an English teacher/academic coordinator for a nonprofit program at the now defunct Dorchester High School, a Boston Public School serving at-risk youth until it was disbanded in 2004 in favor of a different education model and administrative structure, known as the Dorchester Education Complex.

I loved my students and was fortunate enough to spend time with them outside the classroom through individual tutoring sessions, small group work, and, best of all, extra-curricular trips like Red Sox games, an outdoor adventure course, a whale watch, and even a day trip to Cape Cod, where I grew up. It was in these moments, out in the open air, with little asphalt, traffic, or public transportation in sight, that I remembered that my students were, in fact, still kids. Suffice to say, my students (ranging in age from 15 to 18) were mature, sometimes too mature. They'd seen a lot. Been through a lot. Overcome a lot.

I admired this about them, but it also saddened me that their maturity often came at the price of a fully experienced childhood. Long before childhood obesity was declared an epidemic, my students were often painfully aware that they did not have access to safe playgrounds for socializing, basketball courts for pick-up hoops, and sidewalks for double-dutch, hopscotch, and the like.

If we want to do something about childhood obesity, kids need to experience the freedom of playing outdoors. If we want our children and teens to enjoy being children and teens rather than world-weary young adults, we need to foster opportunities for them to relish simple pleasures like fresh air, shoeless afternoons, star-filled skies free of light pollution or smog, and space enough to run fast, jump high, lounge happily, or slow down to feel nature's pace.

I love fresh air, and I also love the Fresh Air Fund, a nonprofit organization that has provided inner city youth with summer vacation experiences through host families and special Fund camps since the late 1800s. I first learned about the program as a lifeguard on Cape Cod during college when this program would bring kids to the Cape's beaches for an afternoon or more. Not long ago, I received an email to OmGal.com (rebecca@omgal.com) requesting support from the New York City based nonprofit. The organization had no idea I grew up in a beach community where some of its programs take place or previously worked with at-risk youth in Boston. They knew only that my readers have an altruistic bent-- a karmic drive that inspires many of you to reach out and help others when possible.

If you'd like to support the summer vacation of an inner city youth through the Fresh Air Fund, you can donate here.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Will YOU Be My Valentine?

Dear Readers:

I love you. There, I said it. You're loyal, warm, and witty. You listen. You communicate. And, I don't mean to gush, but you inspire me.

We've been together for a while now, going on 3 years (if you can believe it), and I think it's high time we made it official:

Will you be my valentine?

Instead of a sappy card or ho-hum flowers, I have a few yoga experiences and prizes up my sleeve to show you how much I care (and- full disclosure- to highlight a few cool OmGal.com partners this month). Enjoy!

Enter to win 2 tickets to this week's 1st Virtual World Yoga Conference (value = $197.00 per ticket), where you'll enjoy the inspiration, personal development, and access to some top names in the yoga and meditation field without the travel of a conventional conference. No schlepping your yoga mat through airport security, splurging on a hotel, or navigating your way around a strange city. Heck, you can even run a load of laundry while logging on from your home computer. Here's how to enter this week (the winner will be selected on Wednesday; the conference runs from the 19th through the 21st):
Be sure your name/screen names are easily identifiable and you can be contacted if you win.
Take a Free Class with Me, and Influence a New Yoga Brand. A few gal pals of mine are starting a company that will produce high performance yoga props, and they want to hear feedback from insightful yogis like you. To apply to participate in this fun focus group, which includes a free class taught by me and compensation in the form of a gift certificate to a topnotch yoga-inspired apparel store from this yoga start-up, take the survey in the upper left-hand corner of the blog. (The class will be held on Sunday, February 28th, at Inner Strength in Watertown, Mass.; space is limited.).
Win Bling Like Om Gal's or Make Your Own Design. OmGal.com reader Sarah Clayton of Tag You're It Designs is a crafty little thing, as evidenced by her line of customized jewelry. Choose meaningful, words, dates, or initials and keep them close to your heart, in the form of her disc necklaces. Enter to win your own "tag," simply by visiting her website. Go to the Giveaway page, and enter keyword: OM GAL. I chose the words "karma" and its English translation "action" for my design (pictured above). Get creative with your own and good luck!

xo Om Gal

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Happy Birthday, Lululemon!

One year ago this week, Lululemon delivered a bright, new, bouncing, baby store to the heart of Boston. In celebration of the Prudential store's first birthday, there will be plenty of healthful festivities this weekend, including a free yoga class taught by yours truly on Sunday morning at 9:30 AM. See you there! Bring a friend!


Monday, September 21, 2009

Global Mala Boston 2009: Celebrating Peace Day

The 3rd annual Global Mala Boston occurred on September 20, 2009, to mark the U.N.'s International Day of Peace. Yogis convened on Boston's Common to practice yoga with some of the city's best teachers and support two charitable causes, Trees for the Future and the Food Project. Simultaneously, thousands of yogis throughout the world were doing the same thing.


The scene on the Common before the Global Mala festivities began.


I opened the 108 sun salutations with a round of Oms.

Some of my treasured om pals: Chanel Luck, co-founder Global Mala Boston, Roberto Lim, co-founder Global Mala Boston, and Bonnie Argo, Acro Yogi extraordinaire.

Chanel Luck and Me.

In case you missed yesterday's Global Mala celebration, find your own way to celebrate Peace Day, today. Meditate, do yoga, spend some time in nature, attend a spiritual service, volunteer, breath deeply . . . Share your favorite peaceful activities by posting a comment.

(To see more pictures of Global Mala, become a Fan of OmGal.com on Facebook).

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Get Your Global Mala On!







This weekend marks the third annual Global Mala event, occurring throughout the world and held on the U.N.'s International Day of Peace (or thereabouts) as a way for yogis to join together, practice yoga with a selection of senior teachers in their cities, and contribute to charitable causes in their communities. I'm teaching at the Boston event, which occurs on Boston Common this Sunday morning. I look forward to seeing you there! The above photos feature teachers from the past two years at the events held in Boston, including its founders Chanel Luck and Roberto Lim, both dear friends of mine (that's the three of us in the first photo). For more fun (and bendy!) photos and event information, please visit: www.globalmalaboston.org. For yogis in other cities, check out: www.globalmala.org.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Yoga Tradition Tuesday: What Is Karma?

"Karma is the eternal assertion of human freedom . . . Our thoughts, our words, and deeds are the threads of the net which we throw around ourselves."

-Swami Vivekananda

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Good-bye to a TV Host, an Angel, a Legendary Entertainer, a Quarterback, & a Guru

With the deaths of superstars Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson last week, and Steve McNair on Saturday, it seems we’ve bid farewell to an inordinate number of icons recently. While the losses of Jackson, 51, and McNair, 36, are more tragic and untimely than McMahon, 86, and Fawcett, 62, whose battle with cancer was well documented, each person occupied a place within our collective consciousness. A timeless TV host, the consummate girl-next-door beauty, the King of Pop, and a trailblazing quarterback—each entertained, inspired, and enhanced the way we view life, in various ways, both large and small.

The yoga community, too, recently laid to rest its own icon, Sri Pattabhi Jois, the founder of ashtanga yoga. While his influence was not as broad as the aforementioned celebrities, he occupies an exalted place among yogis. While newer yoga students might not recognize his name, it’s likely that the styles of yoga they practice were influenced, in part, by Jois. At 93-years-old, Jois witnessed yoga’s popularity soar from a sacred Indian ritual to an international health trend. Along with B.K.S. Iyengar, who turned 90 in December, and T.K.V. Desikachar, Jois carried the lineage of Krishnamacharya, credited as the “father of modern yoga.”

While I’ve been to southern India, not far from where the Sri K. Pattabhi Jois Ashtanga Yoga Institute is located, and studied ashtanga with two of his disciples for several years beginning in college, I never took class with him personally. In a Vanity Fair column a couple years ago, he is described by students as “fierce and compassionate” as well as “strict and loving.” Here are a couple videos that capture the late guru:


When reflecting upon any one person's life, famous or not, I think Herman Hesse may have said it best when he wrote, "Every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way, and never again."


Thank you to those mentioned here, who shared the unique intersection of their talents with so many. Please feel free to share how Sri Pattabhi Jois inspired your yoga practice or comment on how any of the other recently departed influenced your life.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Stylish & Soulful Events In Boston This Week

Despite my best efforts at inserting these images chronologically (i.e. the lululemon event occurs BEFORE La Primavera), they prefer to arrange themselves like so. Shame on them for not obeying my super savvy techie expertise, characterized by snarling at the computer screen and exclaiming "WTF!" Less effective than, say, the Genius Bar at Apple, I admit. Nevertheless, I'm venturing off my yoga mat, blowing out the aromatherapy candles, shelving the herbal tea, possibly rocking some heels, and joining the merrymaking this week. Both parties are for wonderful causes, and in a time of- how do I put this lightly- recessionary freak-outs of global proportions, you might as well stretch your entertainment dollar by passing the benefit along to others in need- and enjoy a healthy dose of karma to boot.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Party Like An Om Gal

Confession? I'm a bit of a square. I know, try to contain your surprise. You know when people say they want to get drunk and make some bad decisions (a la Vince Vaughn's character in Wedding Crashers)? For me that's two glasses of red wine at Sel de la Terre and a pledge to run the Boston Marathon. Yes, 2 glasses of wine = drunk, and the Boston Marathon = a good or bad decision, depending on the mile at which you'd ask me.

An undisputed good decision, however, is the opportunity to party like an om guy or gal at lululemon's first annual Kicking Cancer’s As*ana party next week in Boston. All money raised for this special, inaugural event will support the Leonard P. Zakim Center for Integrative Therapies at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. In short, the center will combine ground-breaking cancer care along with trusted treatments that have been saving lives for half a century, including massage therapy, acupuncture, nutritional guidance, and more.


Monday, June 1, 2009

Happy Birthday, Vavo!

In honor of my grandmother's birthday today, I dug up a post from the archives, for which she was the inspiration. It's about faith. Enjoy!

Decades ago, my grandmother and I invented our own language. Part English (my first language), part Portuguese (hers), all of it spoken directly from the heart. If we stumbled on words or intended meanings along the way, we made due with hand gestures and facial expressions. Sometimes, words were extraneous, so we substituted them for big hugs and loud kisses (one on either cheek). Over the years, we’d often sit for hours, gabbing away like this—the chatter interspersed with cooking demonstrations, two-person knitting parties, and frequent cups of tea or bowls of steaming homemade soup. I’d smile with pride when she’d finally realize that I’d kept her up way past her usual bedtime.

My grandmother was more than a role model for me growing up; she was the cornerstone of my faith. You might guess that, given my early exploration of yoga and the study of Eastern religions as a teenager, I had a few questions, err, concerns about the religion in which I was raised—Catholicism. In many ways, I set out to find a new faith. I studied, read, reflected, and inquired a lot, and I discovered religions, philosophies, and ways of thinking that engaged my interest and excited my soul. Still, none of them contradicted what I already knew simply by observing my deeply spiritual grandmother.

Thomas Merton once put it this way, “Life is this simple: We are living in a world that is absolutely transparent, and God is shining through it all the time.”

That’s how it is around my grandmother. God, the essence of creation, spirit, divine love-whatever you want to call it- it’s in everything she does and everywhere she goes. Her embraces hold special warmth. Her soups bubble over with love. She knits tenderness into life and mends split seams with her joy. I've never seen her treat anyone unkindly or judge anyone, for that matter. She laughs more often than not.

Once, while we were sitting on my parents’ deck, in the sun, on a perfect summer day, she turned to me, as if answering an unasked question, and said, “Rebecca (pronounced with her thick accent: Ha-becca) . . . God don’t sleep.” I had to laugh at the simplicity of this statement of faith—and her feigned solemnity (she's rarely serious). Yet, this is how we speak. Part English. Part Portuguese. All heart.

At a certain point, I had to take more of the lead in our conversations, and she would accidentally slip into long detours in her native tongue without realizing it. When these linguistic detours began, I would nod and smile and cling to as many familiar words as possible. On some level, I knew what was happening. Mostly, I just couldn't bear the thought of a conversation with her that didn’t make complete sense to me.

My suspicions were confirmed when one day, while, again, sitting in the sun on my family’s deck, she asked me if I wanted her to cook me a hamburger. While thoughtful, this was odd for a couple reasons. First, I hadn’t eaten red meat since I was nine (and was 26 at the time). Second, it was 9 o’clock in the morning.

Soon, doctors confirmed her Alzheimer’s. For the next year or so, she was mostly herself with only a slight jumbling of information and identities. For example, during a conversation not too long ago, this deeply religious, apolitical woman somehow forgot who Mother Theresa was (one of her life’s great inspirations) but saw that I was reading Barack Obama’s The Audacity of Hope and offered without hesitation, “He’s a senator.” [At the time, Obama was indeed the senator of Illinois and had not yet even announced his candidacy for President].

Lately, it’s become apparent that more information is escaping her, so the time came, this week, to move her into an assisted living facility, where there’s no chance that she’ll leave an oven on or wander in a direction that fast becomes unfamiliar.

To orchestrate the move, my family convened, like a beehive. We buzzed back and forth, from one place to the next, hauling belongings, moving furniture, sifting through clothes and kitchenware, and, finally, recreating a newer, safer, more comfortable place for her to live. My dad bought a new mattress. My mom displayed her saints just so. Countless friends and relatives lugged and lifted, ordered and organized throughout the day. Perhaps because my grandmother admired her or because I was so grateful for everyone's help, I kept remembering the following wisdom from Mother Theresa, "There are no great things, only small things done with great love."

I was spared most of the manual labor in favor of keeping my grandmother company and shielding her from the confusion of seeing all her things scattered about, boxed up, and displaced temporarily. We walked. She napped. I showed her photos on my computer of us at a wedding just last week (she'd forgotten she was there). Mostly, we talked.

As the long day of moving wound down, my grandmother grew tired, so she prepared for bed, slow but steadfast, until she tucked herself in and said her rosary. I hugged her multiple times and then let her drift off.

Sitting by the threshold in her new home, hunched over a book, with a small lamp lighting the words before me, I smiled at my post. I must have looked part studious college roommate burning the midnight oil (despite the fact that it was only 8:00 p.m.) and part watchdog. My family would return soon from ferrying the last items from across town, but for a time, the beehive was still.

“God don’t sleep,” I thought, before returning to my book. The only detectable sound was the soft, level breathing of my grandmother, asleep on her new mattress.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I Haven't Done Enough With My Life Either



Thank God, I'm not the only one . . . This witty sound byte from our President occurred during his commencement address at Arizona State University yesterday. Perhaps you heard about the recent snub from the university's president, wherein he claimed his school would not be presenting Barack Obama with an honorary degree- typically a formality in these situations, bestowed upon a speaker who has achieved the top level in his or her respective field- because our President had not yet accomplished enough in his lifetime (downright laughable, right?). In other news, Oprah just received a degree from Duke University last week. Congratulations, O. However, if you start rooting for Duke alum and Orlando Magic star J.J. Redick, we're gonna have words, mkay? (Go Celtics!).

I share this clip for a few reasons:

1.) It's entertaining.
2.) It's a brilliant example of one person acknowledging that he is way more than his job, particularly to his spouse.
3.) It's a great example of karma. People were irate about ASU's blunder (including yours truly); however, the President diffused the controversy and illustrated that character trumps job titles, degrees, and labels every time.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

A Day With The Dalai Lama

Following the Dalai Lama's visit to Boston this weekend, the media's coverage of the event, a two-part lecture held at Gillette Stadium, was largely relegated to posts regarding the above photo, wherein His Holiness donned a New England Patriots hat during the afternoon session. I can't say that I blame them; it was pretty fantastic. The hat, of course, was a gift from Patriots team owner Robert Kraft, who happened to be sitting with his wife Myra, just a few feet away from me, so I snapped a shot of him too.


Nevertheless, there's much more to be said about the Dalai Lama's visit to Boston beyond the fact that he rocked a Pats hat. Yet before enumerating the day's highlights, it probably makes sense to quickly recap who this man is. (Perhaps to provide some additional background information, making the first association in people's minds, upon hearing his name, something other than, say, an infamous Caddyshack clip, which several pals emailed me last week). Sigh.

The Dalai Lama describes himself as a "simple Buddhist monk," but he is also Tibet's head of state and spiritual leader in exile. He has been in exile since 1959 (the Chinese invaded Tibet in 1949). On Saturday, he spoke of visiting a soup kitchen recently, describing it as an experience that he enjoyed. He relayed feelings of comfort and familiarity with the people in the shelter because, to hear him tell it, he too has been homeless, in a way, for the past 50 years. While he now lives in India, the Dalai Lama's home unquestionably remains Tibet, a country still under Chinese rule. Throughout his lifetime (he is now 73 years old), the Dalai Lama has steadfastly dedicated himself to cultivating peace around the world.

In fact, the Dalai Lama joined the monastic tradition at the age of 6. A Buddhist Doogie Howser of sorts, you ask?

Not exactly. His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama was more than a precocious 6-year-old; he is recognized as being the reincarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama, Thubten Gyatso, who was the reincarnation of the Dalai Lama before him and so on down the line. Each Dalai Lama is viewed as a manifestation of Avalokiteshvara, the bodhisattva of compassion and the patron saint of Tibet. Let me break this down further: He's as close to a living manifestation of Buddha as you can get.

A college professor of mine met His Holiness once and shared the experience with our Buddhism in India, Nepal, & Tibet class. I can still vividly remember how her face changed and brightened as she recalled the encounter. Perhaps it was then that I became enthralled with the idea that I might share space with the Dalai Lama too one day.

Of course, it would have to be relatively soon, I thought. This man, the 14th, already looked pretty old, particularly relative to myself, a 20-year-old college student. If I missed my opportunity in his lifetime, I'd have to wait until the next Dalai Lama was discovered- a toddler no doubt, like his predecessors- and it would be decades before he acquired the knowledge and life experience of this Dalai Lama.

On Saturday, May 2, 2009, I took my seat on the turf of Gillette Stadium, for the first of two lectures by the Dalai Lama. I would be in the presence of this pivotal figure in history and an inspiring person in my life for several hours. The morning session covered the Four Noble Truths, followed by a break, during which the 15,000 attendees browsed the new shopping and entertainment complex of Patriot Place and enjoyed a Tibetan market; featuring clothing, jewelry, and other artifacts; as well as educational exhibits such as a replica of a traditional Tibetan home, the opportunity to have your name written in Tibetan, and the ability to dress in traditional Tibetan garb for a unique photo opportunity.

As you can imagine, it's one thing to study the Four Noble Truths (the essential tenets of Buddhism) on your own or even in a college-level course; it's quite another to have them illuminated by the Dalai Lama, in person. Just in case you're wondering or your knowledge of Buddhist texts is rusty, here they are:

1.) Dukkha: Suffering exists.

2). Samudaya: The root cause of suffering is "thirst" or as His Holiness often referenced "grasping."

3.) Nirodha: Suffering can cease; liberation from suffering exists.

4.) Magga: The Path, often referred to as the Middle Path, is the way to cease suffering.

Put simply by the Dalai Lama, "90% of all negativeness is mental." In other words: Know that suffering and impermanence exist. Understand that your attachment or thirst for things to remain constant is misaligned with the essential state (i.e. truth) of the universe. Observe that you can liberate yourself from this cycle of dissatisfaction by choosing a different, truer, more moderate path . . .

Then, it got very windy in the stadium, and the world's most famous monk became cold.
So, he implored us, in his charming, direct, albeit broken English, "If you have hat, I think you put on now," which reminded me a lot of my Portuguese grandmother, as she would be inclined to say the same thing, in similarly broken English, with equal and genuine concern. He wasn't referencing the aforementioned, amply-covered Patriots hat, and this remark surely wouldn't make the papers the following day, but it made everyone in the audience smile or chuckle that morning. We felt, in some small way, that the Dalai Lama, viewed as the living incarnation of the bodhisattva of compassion, was looking out for us.

That is the magic of seeing this man in person. The compassion is palpable. No gesture is too small or tossed away. No laugh is conjured up for show. He does not seek to impress. He exudes peace and love but makes no demonstration of either. His language is simple and direct. He is simultaneously of this Earth- vulnerable to cold and wind, sun and heat (we had all four that day, as if to further illustrate the impermanent nature of all things)- and other-worldly. There is no perceivable filter between who he is and what he does. If he is cold, he pauses to drape his robes more snugly around his body. If the sun glared in his eyes, he readjusted the Patriots hat or rifled through his few material possessions to find tinted eyeglasses; he did this slowly, as if he we were not there watching. He states matters simply without oversimplifying or being sanctimonious. When asked, "What's the one, single thing that we can all do to promote peace, he exclaimed, "I don't know! Things are too complex; there's no single thing."

What a relief! What liberation! There is no easy fix, no magic bullet, no virtuous antidote. We're all in this together, and everything that we do affects everything else. When asked how he might advise young people today, he did advocate for greater self-inquiry and reflection, instead of constantly distracting ourselves through sensory stimulators, such as TV, cell phones, music, etc. Take a peek; he even pantomimes iPod ear buds.



He was also quite frank about what makes him different, particularly in the afternoon session, with its focus on The Path to Peace and Happiness. "My calm mind makes me different," he remarked plainly. He copped that he does not have any healing powers, else he would have avoided the gal bladder surgery he underwent last year. At this, he laughs. He's thoroughly entertained by this fact. In this regard, he is no different from us, a human being just like all the other 6 billion human beings with which he shares the planet, equally incapable of cheating sickness or suffering as the rest.

In fact, this is just how he summed up the afternoon's memorable public talk, "Everyone has [the] desire to have [a] happy life. [We are the] same . . . 100%. Same."

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Dalai Lama at Gillette Stadium Today

I took a total of 17 and 1/2 pages of notes as the Dalai Lama spoke at Gillette Stadium today. I attended both lectures, sitting, riveted, in the 3rd row. I snapped pictures; I shared the event with friends. I tried to burn the whole sensory experience into my memory as the minutes and hours passed. Still, I'll be hard-pressed to adequately capture the day in words. Instead, I thought I'd show you one of my favorite moments.

More than 10,000 people experienced the presence of His Holiness in Boston today, making it a memorable event for many. Yet, I wonder what we'll recall more: his engaging, direct, and compassionate words or his warm, authentic, and incomparably peaceful presence?

Notice how quiet the audio of the following clip is. As the Dalai Lama prepares to leave the stage, the crowd watches in awe. The stadium is so silent that you can hear the snapping of cell phone cameras in the background.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Boston Yoga Community: Gabriel Feld Memorial Services

Over the weekend, the Boston yoga community learned of the tragic loss of one of its beloved and dedicated teachers, Gabriel Feld. Gabriel trained at Kripalu, taught at Back Bay Yoga, and assisted David Vendetti's recent Teacher Training.

Funeral Services will be held for him on Tuesday, April 28th 1:45 p.m. at the Sharon Memorial Park in Sharon, MA. If you need a ride, Back Bay Yoga is graciously arranging transportation as needed to and from its studio.

Donations can be made in Gabriel's honor to Kripalu. Please send to:
Kripalu Development Office
Attention: Gabriel Feld Memorial Fund
P.O. Box 309 Stockbridge, MA 01262 (checks made payable to Kripalu)

To Gabriel's family, friends, yoga students (some counted among O.G. readers); and the communities of Back Bay Yoga, South Boston Yoga, and Savin Hill Yoga; of which Gabriel was a part, I send prayers for healing and love.

Namaste.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Thank You!

Thank you so much to the people and businesses that supported tonight's event to benefit Fit Girls, my marathon charity, which combines running, reading, and community service programs for girls in 4th and 5th grades, including but by no means limited to:

lululemon
Sel de la Terre
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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Good Yogi, Bad Yogi?

Hey, Rebecca.

I've been keeping up with the blog, and I think you're doing a great job. I'm sure you're not at a loss for topics, but just in case, I thought I'd throw out some nibbles, just cause I'm selfish and wouldn't mind hearing your take.

I truly admire your diligence, patience and commitment to your holistic well-being. I am always impressed with your posts, but later I find myself reminded, both in appearance and spirit, that I am not Rebecca Pacheco. I don't have the will power, the genuine zest for exercise, or the thoughtful foresight to forgo delicious bread and butter so that I can indulge in a glass of wine or two. I've spent years of my life bouncing between extreme guidelines and out of control indulgence.

Now, you ask yourself: Caroline? Are you a yogi? Do you practice the art of self awareness and inner balance?

Yes, Rebecca. I do. I swear. Really, I'm not lying. 2-5 days a week for three years. I'm on the mat. Mostly hoping that I can absorb the attributes of someone around me. Instead, I think about work during meditation, plan my week, design my outfit for the day.

No. Bad yogi.
As the January gymers fade into the abyss, and the cold days remind us that they will continue as far as the eye can see, how do you think we can all remained focused on our goals, and remember that the process is a long road . . . maybe a never ending one? In other words, what is the intangible motivation that drives you? And can it be learned?

(Bearing in mind that much of this is something you can't fix . . . and I don't expect you to!)

Hope all is well,
Caroline

Dear Caroline:
Thank you for your honesty, wit, and insight. Rest assured: You are a yogi, at least, as far as I can tell. You don't keep a burn book at home or pull the legs off spiders in your free time, do you?

All joking aside, you raise two important questions: What characterizes a yogi? And, to what extent can we acquire these qualities through practice, commitment, and "diligence," as you say?

Within the past decade, yoga has firmly planted its asana within our collective consciousness, here, in the United States- thanks, in part, to everyone from high-profile teachers like B.K.S. Iyengar and Bikram Choudhury, to high-profile yogis including Madonna and Christy Turlington, to, most recently, Scarlett Johansson as a dazzling albeit not very convincing yoga instructor in He's Just Not that Into You and a currently airing Domino's Pizza commercial that references "yoga babes" who dig veggies on their pizza. In other words, Americans are now accustomed to spotting a yogi when they see one, and they see a lot of them. It's reported that 30 million people in the U.S. practice yoga. While many have been practicing for longer than a decade (myself included), it seems as though a tipping point has occurred of late, wherein yoga fully mushroomed from underground activity, to hippie-chic hobby, to, well, a Domino's commercial. The zeitgeist has shifted, and there's a good chance it's on its way to Lululemon to buy some groove pants.

Nevertheless, sporting sleek yoga apparel alone doesn't make one a yogi, no more than me putting on Red Sox gear makes me a professional ball player. In other words: don't let looks fool you, mine or anyone else's.

Plenty of people look the part, practice yoga daily and diligently, and forgo wine and dessert with ease, but this doesn't mean they are more yogic than you, sweet Caroline. In fact, I've known some really neurotic, unkind, hypocritical yogis in my day, who were thoroughly dedicated to a daily practice and eschewing sugar, dairy, wheat, meat, and the like, yet, sadly, they were less committed to living lives of integrity. It's a reality that used to break my heart; however, now I realize that yoga isn't a cure-all for the human condition. We're all flawed, distracted, and misguided at times, which is what warrants the practice of yoga in the first place. You might recall that the purpose of yoga, as stated in Patanjali's Yoga Sutras, is to "control the rising of the mind into ripples." It's a tall order, requiring "patience, devotion, and faith," qualities that sound a lot like those that you outlined in your initial inquiry: diligence, patience, and commitment, so let's return to those, as it seems you'd like to cultivate a more direct line of access to those qualities, a way to have them on speed dial, so that you spend less time vacillating back and forth between "extreme guidelines" and "out-of-control indulgence."

While there's no magic elixir for striking this balance, I do believe there are tangible steps one can take to acquire more positive habits than negative ones and spend more time in the middle of this spectrum, rather than camped out in either extreme.

Choose Your Habits: Ultimately, we choose our good (and bad) habits. Think about it: if you choose to smoke your first few cigarettes. These actions become a habit. It's been said that habits form our personalities (i.e. part of what defines who you are now is that you are classified as a smoker). In turn, our personalities shape our destiny (as a smoker, there's a strong chance you could develop cancer). Grim example, I know, but I think it illustrates a point. Conversely, if you make a habit of eating vegetables, doing yoga, meditating, drinking water rather than soda, feeding your mind with positive infotainment rather than tabloid gossip, you will eventually crave these habits. They will shape who you are and become standard behaviors for you. Thus, you will be destined for a healthier, more energized, more balanced lifestyle. So, choose a couple healthy habits, and, eventually, they will become hard-wired into your being. Start very small: 5 minutes of meditation per day, a cup of green tea in the afternoon rather than a second cup of joe, brown rice instead of pasta, a dinner date over Thai food rather than a steakhouse. No one is saying that indulging in red wine or bread and butter is bad (at least, I'm not); you simply want to give your brain the opportunity to crave healthy treats as well as indulgent ones.

Have a Healthy Tribe: It's more difficult to go to yoga class when all your friends are headed to happy hour after work. To that end, it helps to have friends who support your healthy lifestyle. Listen carefully: I am NOT saying you need to exile your pals who prefer beer pong over Budokon class (my life would be infinitely less interesting without NYC gal); however, in times when your motivation is on the wane, it helps to tap into the momentum of others. So, while the New Year gymers fade into oblivion, as you say, you and a couple gal pals can relish taking up the whole back row of your fav fitness class, then sit your toned tuckuses at the less-crowded smoothie bar afterward while gabbing about life. True, regular exercise requires will power for most people, but it's also influenced by environment and circumstance. If your environment is filled with healthy om guys and gals, you'll be more inclined to "absorb" some of their enthusiasm.

Know Your Motivational Triggers . . . Among mine are music, fresh air, and a fresh, new style of movement. If I'm stuck in a wellness rut, the quickest way out is creating a kickass playlist, taking an outdoor adventure, or experimenting with a new activity, sport, or style of yoga. You're right; I truly do have a zest for exercise; however, it's not directed toward the same activities all the time, which is part of what keeps me challenged, my brain engaged, and my interest piqued. Think about what moves you and make an effort to seek more of those experiences.

And, Your Pitfalls: You must know the Achilles heel of your holistic path in order to avoid it. Is it increased business travel? A certain season of the year? Lack of sleep? Dining out more than eating in? If you know that cooking at home during the week ensures you'll eat more healthfully, get into the habit of stocking the fridge and preparing a delicious, one-pot dish that you can dip into when you get home from work rather than ordering take-out. Are you a fair-weather exerciser? Keep a few, fun DVDs on hand for chilly, unbearable temps so you can workout indoors. The greatest pitfall I see in people who want to make a change in their wellness routines is that there is a mismatch between their personalities and preferences and the routines to which they're having trouble committing. Consider the Carrie Bradshaw approach to fitness: the protagonist of Sex and the City claimed that her prolific shopping habit served as her "cardio." Worked for her, right? Pick a program that you're apt to enjoy, and you'll do it more often.

See the Big Picture: We all falter. We all have moments where we want to shovel French fries into our pie-holes and go snorkeling in a vat of red wine. Don't curse yourself for falling out of your healthful routine; just stay focused on the bigger picture. Wellness is cumulative. Simply press the "restart" button, and begin acquiring those healthy habits again.

Remember, the word "yoga" translates to mean "union," the joining or yoking together of the body, mind, and spirit. It's an ongoing practice that requires, first and foremost, self-awareness- a quality you seem to possess in spades, Caroline. "Good yogi."

Namaste,
Rebecca

Readers: What helps you stay motivated? Is it an innate quality or learned behavior?

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My Friend: Assessing His Life

[Via an email regarding the disparity between a day job and spending time with his precocious niece and nephew].

I can't deal with these kinds of questions:

Can you get me the matrix on that?

Need to see that spreadsheet.

Can you stay late tonight?


I CAN deal with these questions:

Can we get Chips Ahoy?

Is Dora on?

Is Honey Nut Cheerios a "bad" cereal?


New Year's Eve is a time to take stock, reflect, resolve, and re-prioritize. We all have our own way of engaging in this process, and to help you make the most of your healthy goals this year, I'll provide further details, tips, and resources in the days and weeks ahead (nobody resolved to start smoking, right?).

Given that you probably don't want to be bogged down with too much too soon (better to simply focus on kissing 2008 good-bye today), I thought I'd share with you the witty, reflective ruminations of one of my pals (above). We'll keep his identity secret, but it might be worth noting that he is indeed a "he," proving that young, professional guys as well as gals struggle to balance aspirations of having and spending time at home with a family and the need to keep the lights on.

Moreover, it goes without saying that a clear window into someone else's world can often illuminate and inspire our own goals (else there would be no blogosphere). So, have a candid conversation with yourself today, and decide what you "can stand" and what you can't in the year ahead. Then, consider how you might close the gap between the two. Relishing in the power of possibility is the first step down a bright, beautiful, inspired path in 2009. May it be filled with light, love, and, perhaps, the occasional, indulgent bowl of "bad" cereal.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Benefits Of An Economic Crisis (No, Seriously)

The housing crisis. The auto bailout. A different newspaper going belly up each week. A soaring unemployment rate. Not to mention countless examples of the current economic crisis experienced by each of us, in small ways, during the course of our daily lives. Even if your job is secure and your home is not in danger of foreclosure, the current perfect storm of economic conditions is enough to rain on anybody's parade or, at least, make life a bit more challenging.

Even grocery shopping, for example, is more of a challenge. On a recent trip to the grocer, I bought a bottle of honey that cost me nearly $10 dollars. Let me be clear: I didn't buy a bushel of goji berries imported from Tibet or a sushi platter big enough to give Jeremy Piven mercury poisoning. I really, truly bought one measly bottle of HONEY for a whopping $9.45 (and I wasn't even at Whole Foods!). Sure, this is completely trivial in the scheme of things, but it's a tangible example of just how bitter the situation has become: even the buzzing, industrious honeybee, a universal symbol of productivity, seems to be afflicted by the economic slowdown. Sad.

But, wait . . . Is that fair? To join the public outcry of people claiming that the world, as we know it, is collapsing before our eyes and we are helpless to stop it—let alone sweeten our tea in any kind of conscionable manner? Could there be a glimmer of opportunity buried in all this buzz, a sweet little dollop of perspective to help navigate our way through the negativity?

With all these leading questions, you can bet I'm headed somewhere. Hence . . . The Benefits of An Economic Meltdown (No, Seriously).

Smarter spending. With boom times comes a propensity and implicit permission to spend exorbitant amounts of coin on unnecessary things. In recent years, conspicuous spending became the standard, trotted to the fore on the heels of Manolo Blaniks and driven to popularity on the wheels of massive SUVs built to tackle muddy ravines on safari in Kenya—which is no different from a mall parking lot, assuming your local mall is located in a muddy ravine in Kenya. Call me old-fashioned; call me low-budget; call me a throwback to the days of our parents and grandparents who maintained their frugal sensibilities long after the Great Depression passed, but I think spending your money on stuff you actually need is an advisable way to allocate your quan, at least, for a while. Maybe you genuinely need a big, bruising vehicle to ferry around children or lumber or whatever, but maybe you could stand to downsize a wee bit. Indeed, non-essential purchases make life a little brighter, cozier, better accessorized, and more fun, but, there's no harm in revising our financial ideology to reflect the cash-flow we actually have , rather than the cash-flow we wish we had. Remember: your worth doesn't reside in your wallet, and, thank heavens for that. I’m not saying it’s time to sell our earthly possessions and wear only clothing we can weave ourselves; I’m simply suggesting that an emphasis on smarter, more sensible spending might do the country some good.

Dining in helps fatten your wallet and slim your waist. Any diet is apt to dish the same advice: the more you dine out, the harder it is to keep an eye on your nutrition, which is actually good news during a recession, wherein people dine out less. So, channel your inner Top Chef; save your pennies, and soon enough, you’ll be dropping unhealthful eating habits faster than the Dow drops points.

Unemployment initiates introspection. With the unemployment rate climbing to its highest level in decades, many people find themselves without jobs or anxious that they might be without jobs in the weeks and months ahead. It’s a scary prospect. Believe me; I’ve been there- during the economic crisis that followed 9/11- however, it’s also fertile ground for discovering and redrafting your ideal career path. Over the holidays, I caught up with a recently pink-slipped pal at a holiday party who is doing just this kind of self-evaluation. “I didn’t even like my job anyway! I just wasn’t ready to quit on my own” she confided. During recessions, people are more likely to change careers or go back to school, which is another way of saying that they get better aligned with their true talents and passions. As my friend's statement suggests, unemployment can bring a new found freedom to make career moves that previously seemed too brazen. The security of a steady job is a blessing; however, without it, there’s often more room for new opportunities to unfold.

Ideas percolate and later: prosper. While a recession is fun for no one, it just might provide enough of a respite from the hustle and bustle of busier economic times for you to develop the brilliant business plan that’s been knocking on the back door of your brain for years. Intellectual currency is even more valuable right now because, put simply, an idea that can withstand the scrutiny and lack of resources that characterize our chilly financial forecast is destined to heat up down the road. In other words, the old adage rings true: “scarcity is the mother of invention." So, get cracking, Edison!

Time and energy remain the most valuable resources. We all have less money than we did a few months ago (although the losses vary greatly from person to person and family to family). Nevertheless, we still have the same number of hours in the day (24 the last time anyone checked); therefore, let the tightening of some of your resources (i.e. funds) underscore the importance and potential of the others (i.e. time and energy). In other words, treat your time as a precious commodity. Share it with those you love. Skimp on spending money on nights out, and rejuvenate “game night” or get-a-good-nights-sleep-night. Having less is NOT synonymous with being less loving, interesting, creative, caring, compassionate, or happy. In fact, sometimes it’s just the opposite.

How are you weathering the chilly financial forecast? How can we make the best of the recession? What helps you look on the bright side when the financial news is bleak?