Shame in Yoga

by Jen Whinnen

I attended a class awhile back where the teacher was talking about addiction in relation to the gunas. In yoga there are three states of being, or “gunas”: sattva, rajas, and tamas.  Sattva is purity, rajas is dim and tamas is dark. His hypothesis was that in order for someone to become addicted to something it has to be an acquired thing, that in our most sattvik state, we do not indulge in behaviors that make our souls dim or dark. Only when we are in a rajasik or tamasik state do we do things that are bad for us.

He then went on to say “I mean you only have to look at kids to know what is good for you. It’s not that hard. Kids, well kids are pure right? They will always tell you if something is good or bad for you. You give a kid scotch and what do you think they will do? They will wrinkle their noses and spit it out, right?”

Ah yes, the eternal “purity of children” speech. How many yoga classes have I been in where the teacher uses the impulsiveness of children as an example of our “true and blissful” state or, better yet, the lack of impulse control as an example of what we “should” do? Postulating that children intrinsically know good from bad/right from wrong because they are pure of heart is a trite idea. Believing that the only reason we adults make harmful choices  is because we had the audacity to grow up, to become tainted by our environment, time, experiences is, at it’s most banal, absurdly simplistic. At it’s most egregious, it is emotionally damaging and manipulative.

First of all, no matter how adorable and fun kids are, they do not have that “pure” filter people fantasize about. Leave a bunch of kids to fend for themselves for a period of time and I promise you it will be way more Lord of the Flies then Never, Never Land. Being a kid is not simple.  It’s hard.  Every day is an organizational mess. It’s a constant struggle of learning new tools, impulse control, of being dependent upon, yet wanting to be independent of those who protect them.  Their emotional lives make the Real Housewives look like a Zen masters.  They spend all their time trying to understand the world around them and learn new things all the while being frustrated by the constant stream of “no’s” and “don’t do that’s” and “be careful’s.”  Sure, they appreciate the small things, they play with abandon, think the world is their oyster, but not because they are more spiritually realized than adults.  They do so because someone has their backs.  A happy, healthy child is not an abandoned or neglected one.  A happy, healthy child has someone watching over him, taking care of his needs, helping him navigate the world.

And this is not to say “Hey what about us grown-ups? Let’s give a shout out to the real hero here!” but merely to say that childhood is not an end unto itself. It is not something we are supposed to sustain or better yet, aspire to. Childhood is necessarily transient. It’s a tipping off point. The place where we get the tools we will use to go into the world and either support or destroy it.

Second of all, when someone says “be more childlike” most often they aren’t fantasizing about the perfection of childhood, but rather cloaking sanctimoniousness.  Telling an alcoholic that “a kid will tell you that stuff is crap” separates those without suffering as “good” people who know better, from those who suffer as “bad” people who don’t. Even a little kid knows that stuff isn’t good for you. Why don’t you?

Suffering does not mean someone is good or bad, or lazy or stupid. It means he suffers. When we condemn pain as so simplistic that even a child could do better, what we are really saying is “be like me” or “do things my way.” There is no progress in that.  It only creates shame.

But, shame is powerful.  It’s the Alpha Male of the emotional manipulation pack. Shame makes people feel dirty, worthless and awful.  They will do anything to avoid having it bear down on them. It creates fear. And fear begets obedience. People will follow the rules of the shamer implicitly.  The shamer, full of conviction and authority, has power to either validate or invalidate everyone around him.

The only problem is, no matter how much power shame wields, it doesn’t support authentic healing. Blind obedience out of fear of recrimination isn’t the same thing as someone saying “I do not want this in my life anymore. I choose a different path.”

It’s hard to see human suffering.  It makes us uncomfortable.  It’s confusing and often disorienting. We’re confronted with our own limitations and our own lack of suffering. We’re intensely grateful not to be suffering, maybe even feel a little guilty that we’re not suffering. This may make us desperate to do something to make the uncomfortable situation go away. It’s so much harder to say “This pain you are carrying is terrible. This pain is confusing. But, this pain is not you. It’s not your punishment. It’s not your fate. Let’s sit together and see if this faith, this practice, this place, this medication, etc. can help in some way alleviate your suffering.”  So instead we offer up easy answers wrapped up in greeting card slogans.

Sadly, the remedies to suffering often aren’t very easy. Simple in nature maybe, but in practice? Not so much. Barring fundamental injustices like lack of clean water, food, shelter, clothing and medical care, most causes of suffering are complexly human. They are a combination of life experiences, physical limitations, economic restrictions, genetics, etc. The remedies are going to be as varied as the people suffering.  The “correct” action is not just one thing, but a collection of tools and supplies tailored to meet the person’s needs.

It’s like a house.  A newer house is going to need different attention then an older one.  If you want to strip and repaint the interior of a new home, you just get the supplies and do it. But, in an old home you have to take precautions. You have to seal off the room, wear specially designed protective gear and be meticulous about clean up after.  In the end both homes get a new coat of paint but how they get it is very different.

Rather than glorify one state of being, i.e. childhood, as something we need to sustain, or tell each other that we aren’t “doing it right” because the cure we found that worked so well for us isn’t producing the same results for someone else, why not create for grown-ups what we strive to do for our kids: safe, nurturing environments where we are free to explore, question and be ourselves.

When we encourage each other and remain open to different ideas, we create environments where the healing goes from a promise to a possibility. And it’s that possibility of being that lays the foundation for genuine, authentic change. It’s that possibility that eases suffering. It may not always be the right fit, but it’s active and participatory. It allows you to affect your own being, to remain flexible and interested in your own life.

So, you take care of your house. Choose tools, materials and contractors that prop you up and make you the strongest, healthiest and most structurally sound person you can be within the framework you’ve got.

this post was taken from Jen’s personal blog “The Inner Child” on 11/1/10. To read more, click here: http://yogajen.blogspot.com/

Lesson from a Raccoon

By Jen Whinnen

Yesterday I head a bird outside my window squawking.  It was clearly in distress, yelling loudly and aggressively. Looking into the tree I saw, draping down the side of what looked like a bird’s nest, a long black and white striped tail. A raccoon had taken up residency in the bird’s nest. The bird was a mess. Hopping madly from branch to branch, crying, yelling, screeching with all her might, she was at a loss as what to do. Beyond using her vocal chords, she was completely impotent.  She was powerless against the hulking mass of claws, fur, teeth and jaws that had taken over her home.

I also felt distressed and impotent. I wanted to help that little bird, but what could I do? The nest was too far for me to reach and even if I did somehow manage to scare the raccoon out of it, the damage had already been done. Clearly he’d had a very satiating meal of bird eggs.

Self-satisfied, tummy full, the raccoon, as if sensing mine and the birds’ dismay, rolled over and exposed his rump and went back to sleep.  It was as if he said “here’s what I think of your stress. Now please, leave me alone.”

When I showed the nest to my boys, my oldest assured me that in fact the raccoon did not eat the birds’ eggs. “Birds lay their eggs in June. Those baby birds have already left the nest. That raccoon built that nest all by himself. That’s his nest actually.”  His confidence was the confidence of nativity; making up “facts” that worked in his favor. Say it out loud, with great confidence and volume and so it will be!  My son simply could not accept that nature is both cruel and random.  For him, we live in a just and verdant universe. The bad guy  never gets away with it because the super hero always saves the day and all babies everywhere are well protected and cared for.

We adults know this isn’t true. Raccoons eat bird eggs, shove their butts in your face and tell you to “suck it” all the time while we sit here feeling completely and utterly helpless.  This past month however has felt a little like a role reversal.  It’s like we’re the raccoon and society is screaming at our fat behinds saying “Hey! You are in my nest! Get the out of my nest! Don’t do that!” From Robin William’s death, to Ferguson to the current Ice Bucket challenge, we’ve been bombarded with a new kind of imagery; one that is begging for us to pay attention and help each other out.

So, are we hapless, self- indulgent raccoons out for ourselves or are we something more?

Yoga points to more.  But, the practice itself does not mystically change the fabric of society. It is a tool that assists us in changing how we see and think. Yoga does not change who we are, it does not make us something different, but it does point us towards knowledge. And often it is the knowledge of what we are not. We are not alone, we are not separate, we are not more entitled, we are not better, we are not worse. We are connected and we are a powerful force for change.

As we head into the season of reaping and sowing I encourage you to continue to throw buckets of cold water on your heads and use that shocking sensation to remind you that you can do more. Write your congressman and tell him you want more money spent on medical research, that you want more funds ear marked towards mental healthcare. Volunteer in your community and encourage your friends and family to volunteer too (here are a couple great resources for finding volunteer opportunities: New York Cares & Hands on Portland). Donate more of your discretionary funds on a regular basis towards organizations that are working to fight disease, injustice and intolerance.  Read this blog and talk about race issues. Be kind. Be useful. And above all, use your practice to reveal to you how very, very potent you are.

The Doing or the Done?

by Jen Whinnen

Sometimes I just sit and spin my wheels and spin and spin and spin. I sit at the computer and just become this lump of Idle, whiling away time looking at Facebook and generally worrying over things I can neither control nor fix (oil leak anyone?). At times like this I end up feeling utterly impotent and useless. Time becomes the enemy. It taunts me and slips away as I try and will myself into some kind of focus and concentration.

Yet, as I actively curse my idle ways, I never seem to stop indulging in them.

I’m sure I’m not alone in my malaise. How many of us do things we know don’t resonate with us, stand outside ourselves and watch us do things we know we will regret, yet seem completely incapable of stopping ourselves?

For me at times like this, the best thing to do is to sit down and write. I am a writer. Not professionally or artistically, but I am a writer. Some people are bikers, cooks, readers, runners, some dance, some solve math problems or take photos, but we all have a “thing” that connects us to the larger world and makes us feel like we are where we ought to be. When I am out of sync with myself it’s because I have forgotten that I am a person who writes. When I don’t know what to do with myself or where to go, when I am confused or frustrated, I get back by sitting down with my friends Writing Utensil and Paper. And it’s not the actual words themselves that make so much of a difference as it is the act of writing. The comfort of dragging a pen across the page, of sitting down at my desk and feeling the breeze through the window, hearing the noises of the city, the children playing. When I am in that space I am not withdrawn or self damning, but instead feel a deep sense of wholeness.

Most of what I write is utter junk that will never see the light of day, but this is irrelevant. Regardless of the outcome, putting it together is the thing. It’s the doing, not the done. Ask any artist, any athlete, any scholar and they will tell you that the actual success of the thing is far less satisfying than the doing of the thing. When a dancer speaks of her performance, she becomes most alive and most engaging when she jumps up and starts demonstrating the piece for you. At that moment, the Dance dances. At that moment, she is connected to her Spanda, to the internal vibration of Shakti, to the Cosmos, to God.

In our teacher trainings we talk a lot about how yoga is just a conduit. Yoga itself is not a thing. It’s just a practice. The poses themselves are just physical movements that, in order to be useful, must meet the person where they are. If the pose does not serve the person practicing it, does not promote self-awareness and health, then it has no purpose, it has no movement. Similar to life, if our lives have no purpose, if we have nothing to do, we waste it. Engaging in activities that align us to ourselves and our communities not only makes us “feel good” but it connects us to the Atman or the Jiva; to our Authentic Self.

Personally, I would like to see more doing in the world and less done. Listening to the Spanda Shakti only takes moments a day, but it resonates throughout our lives. I can’t help but wonder – how many of our issues could we resolve if we listened to our authentic voice and rather than say “oh, but I can’t make any money on that” or “yeah, but I’m not very good” or “oh, that was something I when I was a kid” we actually just went for the ride, took that class, got out the paints or simple stood up and shook what our mamma gave us?