I can’t help but comment on what’s been happening over at Linda Sama’s blog. If you haven’t seen it, check out this post.
That’s Mr Anthroyogini bitchin about custard!
Linda has announced her intention to put her blog to sleep soon. I’m sad about this, as it’s one of a handful of yoga blogs whose posts I subscribe to. However, I could sense the integrity and sincerity in her post announcing her decision to close the blog down, and appreciate that it is time to move on. Life’s like that.
Linda is the real deal. A true yogini. She volunteers her time in support of others (teaching yoga for free in a women’s refuge). She has invested many years studying with people like Desikachar, Paul Grilley and lately, Mark Whitwell – all highly respected yogis. She has reflected upon bad experiences that happen to her with insight, looking for the lessons in them.
Which makes me wonder why moronic trolls nasty lurkers feel the need to place ‘good riddance’ type messages on her blog.
If I was more spiritually developed, I would say “ohh… namaste, bless you, fairy floss, thank you for your lesson etc.” But I’m still edgy and raw. Anger still arises, resentment still arises and try to I watch it and not get involved. I’m not always very good at non-attachment, which is why it’s my maha-sankalpa.
To me, the yoga world is identical to the fitness industry: hung up on its own holiness, on perfection, on contortion, on arrogance and on plain old bitchin’.
Reflect on my observations of 20 years employment in the fitness industry and make a comparison with the yoga world:
- There are the snobby, so-called ‘elite’ master-trainer instructors (ohh-too-holy to talk to you, scumbucket).
- There are many instructors whose only employment is fitness classes and whose mouth, empty heads and EGOs are at least as large as the space in which they teach.
This was all brought home to me clearly only yesterday, when the CEO of the fitness centre I quit from early this year said: “In ten years of managing (name of chain of fitness centres) I’ve seen it over and over again. The only place we have bitching in the centre … fighting and backstabbing is in group fitness… with the massive egos that go with getting up in front of people and teaching.”
These people are tossers. It’s why I stopped teaching after 20 years and walked away from something I loved.
The yoga biatches who left the comments on Linda’s blog are mega-tossers. I too am starting to turn my back on the image-obsessed world of bitchin’ asana barbie dolls.
As Abdi Assadi says: Project yourself to the moment of your death. Do you think you’ll still be bitchin’ then?
With all this bitchin’, it must be time for me to bitch.
I’m going to Canberra for a month on Monday. This is to prepare my PhD thesis for submission. And you know what???
I AM GETTING A GOD-FORSAKEN COLD!! Not fair. So not fair!