I recently encountered my first socially conservative yogi. It was in the context of one of those notorious Facebook debates, where people feel comfortable showing more fangs than perhaps they would in person.
If and when it becomes an ingrained part of one’s daily habits, a full and fulfilling yama/niyama practice can exist with some ease, but it will never be easy.
Artist ‘til the end, on the deathbed altar of music, arguably some of his most influential work fifty years forward will be the Davie Jones blindfolded, black button-eyed amalgamated visions of dying and transcendence played out like eerie prophecy.
The creative process extends one’s immortality into the spheres cast amidst a stadium of stars.
Since yoga is, first and foremost, a practice, it is worth taking a look at two words from the yoga lexicon which are regularly translated as “practice”: abhyasa and sadhana.
These basic ideas I call myth, not using the word ‘myth’ to mean simply something untrue, but to use the word ‘myth’ in a more powerful sense. A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
I forgot that adolescence is beautiful like a cut of meat is beautiful; even foodies acknowledge the savagery in it.
Devi was woman who reinvented herself numerous times over the course of her life, who was present at many of history’s most important moments and who studied with some of the spiritual world’s most important teachers.