samputa

Samputa, in the exquisite gestural language of Bharatanatyam, is one of the double hand gestures. The right and left hands are cupped together to create a container. A little treasure box.

I find the image apt for many of the traditional Sanskrit names given to the poses in Yogāsana. For example, Vīrabhadrāsana encodes the whole story of the death of Lord Śiva’s beloved wife Satī. Overcome with grief and rage, Śiva rips out one of His dreadlocks, throws it to the ground, and the fearsome Vīrabhadra arises, ready to avenge Satī’s death.

Investigation into the stories behind the names of the poses can take our practice of yogāsana to another level. Taking Vīrabhadrāsana – literally “Blessed Hero” – again as an example, how might this familiar pose transform if we allow ourselves to embody the dharmic or righteous rage of this avenger? What does it mean to take dharmic action in the world?

The sadhana of yogāsana is a treasure box freely bequeathed to us from the rich culture of India, its birthplace. Do we have the courage to open it up and investigate what lies within?

On this day, the 72nd celebration of the Republic of India, I offer my heartfelt thanks to the land of Bharat for the priceless treasure of yogāsana!

going off-road

So.

My main sadhana, for many years, has been yogāsana. I practice, like most hatha yoga practitioners, on a yoga mat. About 68 by 24 inches. A container. A sacred space. A safe space.

But today, I rolled it up, and stood in the middle of the floor in my practice space. I was starting class #14 with my Bharatanatyam teacher, Supratim Talukder, via Zoom. Today’s class focused on improvisatory movement prompted by various types of cues: situational, musical, emotional… Once I allowed myself to surrender to the process, it felt incredibly liberating. 75 minutes spun by. And afterwards – I felt like I had let go of a lot of stuff. You know – all the individual and collective angst related to this pandemic and life in general. I just – danced it out! It felt so cleansing – like I had just breathed in a truckload of fresh air. Without a mask.

I followed my class up by getting back on my mat and doing some asana. It felt – quite different. There was more space in my body. Familiar poses felt new.

Rebirthing…

my inner lotus – ?

I’ve been working on some improvisatory movement around the theme of the lotus with my Bharatanatyam teacher, Supratim Talukder. I’m realizing that this is not easy work. I keep falling into movement that is over-articulated, or cliché, or just not connecting… My teacher, while kindly encouraging, is also uncompromising. You need to find your inner movement, I’m advised. Find your inner lotus. But –

How?

This morning, as I sat for my prānāyāma practice, I let my awareness settle on grounding – on the muladhara. The muck that we are all rooted in. Tentative rootlets insinuating, exploring down.

Then, gradually moving up to that liquid space of generative creativity. Of water. From the root, finding the gentle caress of flow.

And all the climbing energy centres echoing this watery origin of movement, of sway. Svadhisthana.

Can I surrender to this?

the body doesn’t lie

it lays bare all the heaped-up mistakes and missteps

for the world to read

mind doesn’t mind fooling itself for a time

but the body doesn’t lie

life –

that fractal multiplier expressed in

rounded shoulders, caved in chest, and hesitant step –

life –

offering the blank page of a full and free breath –

can I breathe myself new?

here, now

reshape myself,

and – the world?

Do you have any doubts – ?

After introducing a new step or hand position, my Bharatanatyam teacher, Supratim Talukder, always seems to ask me this. I understand his meaning: do I understand the new step? But the way he phrases it generally pushes me to an existential level: do I have any doubts?

Well, um, yes.

When I wake up greeted by grey skies hiding the sun… When I read another pandemic related article in the newspaper… When I reflect on the many ways the current lockdown is impacting lives…

Doubts? Yes…

But today the sun, reflected by white snow, turned the world bright. A safely distanced walk with friends rekindled life-giving communion. And I learned some new dance steps in my class – Natya Adavus 1, 2 & 3!

Doubt transformed into delight, hope, and joy.

Life continually offers possibilities that have the potential to banish all doubt. We swim in beauty. Possibilities for connection are endless, transformative, and absolutely life-giving. So many blessings, so much to be thankful for! I leave you with a dance that celebrates that beauty – in the enchanted world of Vrindavan.

Svabhāva, Svadharma, Svakarma

These three have been going through my mind, and heart.

Svabhāva: Our deepest essence. Recognizing this…

Svadharma: Knowing our essence, beginning to find the principles that govern our life…

Svakarma: Once beginning to see how our individual dharma aligns with the Universal Dharma, discovering how we are called to act in the world…

Aligning with the the Divine!

In 2021, may we all be blessed with many opportunities to discover this essential alignment and flow.

Om Shanti!

Finding Tagore…

Sixty one winters, sinking into our third lockdown in the pandemic, and I finally found Tagore. Or perhaps, Tagore finally found me.

His novella Chaturanga was profoundly disorienting. It both shook and lifted me up. The unexpected twisting and turning plot seems to me to echo the organic unwinding of life itself.

The novel Yogayog pulled me deep into a world simultaneously foreign and extremely familiar. And then left me floating in mid-air at its abrupt and totally unexpected ending. Again, like life itself.

I have started a journey from a foreign literary name to the intimacy of inhabiting the worlds the name created…

Spinning out…

My new fascination with Bharatanatyam dance is flowering out in multiple directions. My recent browsing history: Tagore, Ramakrishna, Uday Shankar, asamyukta hasta mudras…

The centrifugal force of a new passion!

My challenge is to keep grounded and not jump ahead of myself. But it truly is exciting to discover new territory, to shift out of set patterns… I can feel shifts in my practice of yogāsana. I feel stronger as new muscle memory is being created.

It really is positively exhilarating that at 61, the potential for growth, for evolution, and revolution is still there! It’s always there.

Carpe diem!

Improvisation!

Lesson # 3 with my new Bharatanatyam teacher, Supratim Talukder.

Interesting territory today. He asked me to use my own movement vocabulary to explore the theme of birthing.

Deep breath.

This takes me into some pretty deep waters. My own experiences birthing my four children, of course. And… the birth of my first grandchild! – and the rebirth of the light at the imminent solstice – and a friend’s story of a woman pregnant and on the road during the first months of the lockdown in India, giving birth – and the Christ, born into poverty in a stable –

– and the Earth Mother groaning to birth our world.

And the ways we’ve systematically destroyed Her creation…

It will be interesting to see where this takes me.

from the formless

Coiled into fertile darkness,

I wait.

A gentle thrumming

– shaking

                awaking –

tentative roots from the formless, form.

Downward push.

Snaking into a question…?

The answer unfurls upward, breaking the soil, seeking the light.

Opening green, eating sun, flowering, fruiting, feeding –

life arising!

Creeping, crawling, flying –

– walking.