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An unhealthy relationship with yoga can spring out of nothing
Bonnie with her father, Luis G. Saldivar
Have you ever asked yourself if your yoga practice is an addiction? Webster defines addiction as “persistent compulsive use of a substance known by the user to be harmful.” Does that sound like your relationship with yoga? Persistent? Sure. Compulsive? Maybe. Harmful? Could yoga be harmful?
Years ago, while attending a teacher training seminar, I heard a veteran teacher state that yoga often appeals to people who have an addictive personality. He said some of yoga’s most dedicated practitioners are people who have traded one addiction for another. I knew he wasn’t suggesting that a regular yoga practice is a sure sign of a reformed addict but his words were thought-provoking. Looking around the room, I wondered if anyone had kicked a drug habit. I didn’t turn the question on myself or examine my own relationship with yoga because I had never had any personal addiction issues. Years later, I was to learn firsthand that an unhealthy relationship with yoga can spring out of nothing and doesn’t require a history of compulsive behavior.
Life has a way of telling us when we go astray. I once lost my way with respect to yoga when, I’ll admit, I became obsessed with mastering Ashtanga’s First Series. My progress was thwarted by one pose in particular: Marichyasana D. My goal was straightforward: bind in the full expression of the pose, without modification. Some days I could do it, but some days I couldn’t. In the latter case, as I saw it, the pose would win. Unknown to me, an insidious change had occurred in my relationship with yoga. Instead of looking forward to my practice I began to dread it. I didn’t want to face the pose that might beat me.
It took a traumatic event to break me out of my self-imposed prison. Oddly, my relationship with Ashtanga changed for the better when I had a serious medical scare that required surgery. Usually, after you’ve been cut, you need to heal before you can resume normal physical activity. Thus while recovering from surgery I was unable to bind, jump or deeply twist for several months. This necessary rest led to an epiphany: I was still practicing (modified), I was still alive and nothing else mattered. My former obsession with technical achievement in asana practice seemed ridiculous. Now, I was remembering what yoga was really about.
Unfortunately (now this is really starting to sound like an addiction story) old habits are hard to break. You get back into your patterns. I relapsed. This time, it took an event that completely shook my world to put things back into perspective. That event was the death of Luis G. Saldivar, my hero. My father. It happened a year ago, the day after Thanksgiving. In comparison, my medical scare seemed like a walk in the park. My physical practice stopped and, when it finally returned, it came back slowly. I couldn’t do Savasana for a while and I still have trouble with it. I fell back on something I don’t normally do: chanting. It came naturally to me as they lowered my father’s coffin into the earth. Chanting and tears and a final supplication to God to please let this just be a dream. My final words to my father were “Om Shanti.”
Something had to rock my world in order to restore balance to my life, at least with respect to yoga. So somehow, a terrible event that continues to be a well of sadness in my life has restored normalcy. It made me realize that the object of my previous obsession was irrelevant. My arbitrary hurdles were of no consequence.
In temporarily dropping my asana practice my relationship with yoga became closer and I gained a deeper knowledge of its power. Yoga is much more than asana. It’s important to remember that the asana is only a component of yoga, a tool, a means to an end.
Weeks later, when I was ready to resume my physical practice, I saw how my attitude had changed and how much better I felt about doing yoga. I no longer cared where my practice took me. I’ll paraphrase the words of yoga teacher Brian Kest when I say that I didn’t worry about where I was going because I was already there. I had heard that concept expressed countless times in a variety of ways. In yoga we are often reminded to “be present” or to “be in the moment.” The point was driven home.
So the next time you practice, if your balance is off that day, or you can’t complete a bind, or you get stuck in traffic and miss your favorite class ... remember it’s not about the asana. Practice yoga wherever you are.
I invite readers to share stories of life experiences, in the comments section below, that have strongly affected their yoga practice or, vice versa, when yoga has had a profound impact on their lives.
If you would like to join me in one of my yoga classes, my schedule can be found on my Web site at yogabon.com.
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Bonnie's my favorite yoga teacher! Thank you Bonnie!
Bonnie, what a great article. I do find for myself that yoga can sometimes be addicting in the sense that I keep wanting to improve and get more flexible. But, what I've learned, is that yoga is what quiets my noisy mind. I started doing yoga last year when I was laid off from my job. I had just gone through divorce the year before and now had to deal with finding a new job. So, with my new found time, I started practicing. Oh, and the wonders it did for me. I found a "space" where I can let go of everything..my worries and fears. I concentrate on my breath and let go of it all. I set my intention for what I want to work on with my body and my mind in that class. At the end, when I'm laying there, I am thankful that I practiced and that I am one step closer to my heart and feeling present. Yoga is meditation for me...I am clear and ready to hear my inner voice after a class. So, yes, in some ways, I must say, I am addicted to yoga and it really helped me find perspective and a sense of grace in my so called "world".
very true. thank you for sharing your story, bonnie.
-em
very true. thank you for sharing your story, bonnie.
thank you Bonnie for another well written inspiring story...the picture of you and your father is beautiful.
CG.
Thank you for your personal story. I often wonder if my love for yoga is crossing that line into obsession, but I also remind myself that moderation in all things is good middle ground. ITE
Inspiring and heartfelt article Bonnie. Looking forward to reading more. It takes a lot to share a personal story as such. It's a wonderful reminder for all, to sit back and remind yourself of what you do in your everyday life and the reason we do certain things...is it out of habit or passion? xo
JT
Bonnie, this is such an amazing account of a place where I have been too, many times. I too have not struggled with true "addiction" but I found myself practicing ashtanga to the point that it was unhealthy. And I too, struggled with marychiyasana D. It also took me a life changing event(s) to realize that it just doesn't matter and that I was already there, where I needed to be. Already. Truly wonderful, heart-touching article. Thank you for sharing your amazing soul.
-Laura
Thank you for sharing so freely, Bonnie. It is beautiful to watch you practice and teach because you allow yourself to be vulnerable, real, and strong at the same time which is an invitation to all of us to do the same. This is the true teaching of yoga and the asana is there to challenge us in a way that it is not us vs. the pose, as you clearly bring out, but that deep acceptance of who we are and what we can do at that time. Not holding back or believing limiting thoughts about ourselves, but not thinking that the asana is all there is. As you bring out, our relationship to the asana is what teaches us and has the opportunity to better our relationship with ourselves and others. Thank you for sharing and being the wonderful teacher that you are. We all benefit from your beauty. Om Shanti. JC
Bonnie, what a great story. When we see you, or anybody, out in the community, full of life, we never know how deep a person they actually are, in their private thoughts and individual paths.
Thank you for sharing that about your father. I too lost my father back in February and I miss him greatly. I'm not looking forward to these next few months: holidays, birthday, milestones all leading up to the anniversary of his passing.
I had a pretty consistent Ashtanga practice for 8 years. Looking back, I do love the effects it had on my spirit, body etc. Things just seemed to work and fall into place. I've let life completely engulf me in the past 3 years: death, birth, love, financial difficulties, long held dreams fulfilled and long held beliefs and pursuits released. So, life is my yoga now.
Namaste