Storm

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Last night my teacher was sharing so much wisdom that I felt like my heart was going to explode. I am not sure if it was because I was needing to hear all of it, or because my fellow yogis were asking deeply personal questions, or because I am traveling through a real dark spot in life these days. Whatever the reason, everything he said was like the most delicious and warming meal, and I was starving. 

We are underneath another foot of snow in Boston. I am underneath a personal state of confusion and intensity after a sequence of losses and blows since the start of the new year. It feels like I have the tiniest shovel and the thinnest winter jacket. I am trying to dig out even though I am wet and sick and freezing. Anyone else ever feel like that?

I am so lucky to have my sangha (community of yogis) and my Babaji. While everyone in my life is telling me to take antidepressants, my teacher is telling me to expand inside. My teacher is helping me find the right mantra (Om Namah Shivaya) instead of repeating my own (you don't want to know). When the snow piles on and the wind stings my face, Babaji's words are like a Hawaiian sunrise, thawing my soul. 

He guided us through some Pranayama (breathing practices). He talked about great loss. He talked about doing the practice with vigor when we feel empty. He talked about the dangers of falling into depression, or the abyss, as it's referred to in yogic philosophy. He talked about how the practice can feel like the most shallow, unsatisfying, grueling endeavor. He talked about the release that happens when you get just beyond the breath. He talked about how we are all here to help each other grow. 

Thank you to my friends and family who are helping me to find the love that I know is inside me. Thank you to the people who really know me and understand that spending all day with traumatized youth is traumatizing. Thank you, centuries of yogis, for upholding the vibration so that we can all benefit from it.  I have been feeding off the vibration, and can't wait to start contributing to it's glorious sound again. 

Dumped

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I am just gonna do a post about being a yogi that is in a constant state of heartbreak.

If it weren't for my practice, I would have a really hard time putting a smile on my face these days. I fell in love real hard, then he disappeared. This is not the first time this has happened. In my quest for being a true yogi, the lesson of non attachment, particularly when it comes to love, shows up again and again... and again. So much so, that I don't think I have learned the lesson I am meant to learn. 

While I try to figure out how to avoid the risk of falling in love with the wrong person on the quest to finding a real partner, I have learned that my practice is always the answer. It turns out that yogic philosophy has a lot to offer the dumped. Here is what I have found to be helpful in my many years of yoga practice and my many years of heartbreak. 

Step One: No more dating Virgos. Ever. 

Kidding. 

Yogic help for the Broken Hearted

1) Pratyahara- withdrawal from the senses

Last week was Valentine's week, so to avoid crying in public, I just didn't go to the store. Similarly, It is not a good idea right now to go to the places you once loved to go together. It is not really a good idea to wrap yourself in his sweatshirt, either. It's actually even a terrible idea to just plain listen to music, like, at all.

Wash your stuff so you can't smell him anymore. Remove items from your home that remind you of him when you see them. Recreate your space with things that bring fond memories from other avenues of your life. Try your damndest not to hear the songs he used to play for you in your head. When those songs start to play, replace them with mantra.

2) Ahimsa- non harming

It's healing time, so that means you are in an elevated space when it comes to sensitivity. It is essential that you employ strategies that will help you remain kind to yourself. Remember not to blame yourself for the loss or to go over all of the things you wish you had done differently. When you catch yourself doing that, redirect your mind to a mantra. Notice when tendencies begin to feel harmful, like searching for your ex on social media, for example, and cut them. Last week I went into his 'recently added friends,' and of course saw something that hurt me. I immediately blocked him so I would stop picking at my scabs. I didn't even realize I was doing it at the time. 

Ahimsa is a huge challenge for me, because pain is real and confusion is a hard place to sit. Loneliness when you crave companionship is cruel, and feeling that there are parts of ourselves that are not lovable can really mess with our heads. Sometimes our coping mechanisms are actually causing us harm (social media stalking, drinking/smoking to excess, staring at the wall and forgetting to eat, etc.). That is why ahimsa needs to be a constant check. When we are dumped or mistreated, we can lose our sense of self value and self worth. When we in turn treat ourselves this way, we are actually magnifying the effect of the harm that was done to us. We need to sleep, we need to eat, we need to put the hurt down. We need to treat ourselves with the kind of love we would offer to a friend who is hurting. There is already enough pain inside. It's time for pedicures and bubble baths and warm meals, and all the little comforts that help us heal.

3) Brahmacharya- moderation

This limb of yogic philosophy is often associated with sex, but it essentially has to do with limiting our own indulgences and actions. Although my tendency during heartbreak is to swipe [dating apps] fervently, the last thing I want to do is sit across the table from a stranger right now. If I try to fill this hole in my heart by dating some random person, I am just covering up my problem with another one. I don't know when I will want to date again, but I do know that right now would be a really terrible time to meet me.

While it can seem helpful to numb the pain with external stimulants, it serves us better and is more sustaining to find things like meditation to soothe the mind.  It is easy to form dependencies on alcohol, food, screens, or even exercise in times of hardship. Much better to be dependent upon our practice. 

And finally, activities need to be restorative in scope. I am saying "no" to the big parties, social gatherings with acquaintances, and networking lunch dates. I am replacing these with sitting in my best friends' living rooms, curling up on the couch with my kitty, and talking on the phone with my mom.  

4) Svadhyaya- Self Study

Notice what you are lacking, and ask for it if you can't provide it for yourself. Continue to watch your energy level, your to do list, your calendar. Fill your days and your body and your life with things that are nourishing and helpful. You have to be vigilant with this one, because it is so easy to indulge in the pain and the numbness. Make efforts to be introspective, not critical (therapy can help with this). Take some time to define what you need and what you want out of your life and your relationships. Remember to get your basic needs met, in the process. That reminds me, I am going to get up and drink a glass of water right now. 

5) Sadhana- Personal Practice

While the previous nuggets of yoga philosophy were true gems of tangible assistance, Sadhana is the crown jewel of tangible success. When it finally began to sink in that I was losing my best-yet love, I realized that I was showing signs of depression. I needed to take a new course of action, so I simply started going to bed earlier. I started waking up earlier, and I doubled the amount of time I was spending on my cushion every morning. Not only is this idea helpful because it reduces the amount of waking time I am spending being sad, it is essential because it is the sole effort needed to send me to the next chapter of my life. It is only my practice, my commitment to myself, and my desire for change and growth on a real level that will usher me into a phase of post-heartbreak. 

And, when the hurt and the questioning and the confusion subside, the best part is that your practice is still there for you. And, just like you, it got stronger. because it had to. 

A Decade of Sadhana

It's been quite some time since I have written something publicly. I have been growing at warp speed this year, I have taken in so many lessons and am still being rattled around. My life shifted and I have been adapting. Looking back for years, I can plainly see that this is what I always do and what we always must do. Life shifts. Adapt. The more we fight the things we cannot control, the more we suffer. 

Last fall, I got an amazing opportunity and began an incredible job teaching yoga full-time for Boston Public Schools. I walked away from the teaching schedule that I painstakingly curated for years in order to try something totally new and completely different. I am still figuring out how to be effective with middle schoolers, and how to function in a new working culture. It's exciting and it's hard. And every day I feel like I am actually doing work that is changing the world. 

In my life, my practice has given me the ability to be open to what comes. At the end of February, it will be ten years since I first set foot on Konalani Yoga Ashram, where this current lifetime began to make sense. It was here that I completed my first Yoga Teacher Training. But more importantly, it was here where I consciously began my sadhana, found my teacher, found my sangha... and found my Self.

Taking in the view post meditation at Konalani, 2008

Taking in the view post meditation at Konalani, 2008

In these ten years, I feel as though I have shed lifetimes of tension and have watched myself transform.  Things that once upset me are much easier to understand and process now. The complexities and intricacies of behavior and connection need not be analyzed, but felt without attachment. The reasoning and the digging for meaning has nearly ceased, because I am instead trying to open up and experience rather than figure out WHY. There is so much I will never understand and never know, why strive in futility to get a handle on it? Why pretend that I can figure it out with my small mind? I would rather experience it with my huge heart.  I am trying to be resilient, be open, be joyful, be present. I have tried to say yes more to things, even though this has opened me up to potential for failure and potential for pain. 

As I come up on the ten year anniversary of my sadhana, I don't feel as though I have all the answers at all. Yes, I meditate every day. Yes, I would say I am overall a happy person. Yes, I have chosen to live a conscious life in accordance with the teachings of yogic philosophy. Yes, I am more adaptable and more aware than many of my peers. Yes, I still get really lost, really anxious, and really sad. What I do know is that my practice is my constant companion. My practice is the indicator that I am actually trying, I am always growing. My practice reminds me that this path I am on is not new, it's not strange, it's where I am supposed to be. My practice feeds me, and will feed me until my last breath. 

I feel like I have so much more work to do.

Ten years, and I am just getting started. 

Shanti Sundays in JP

On the first Sunday of every month, come unroll your yoga mat at The Space in JP for a special two-hour class meant to completely relax and renew you. This very open and funky community space is the perfect venue for 2 hours of yoga bliss! Class will open with simple meditation practice, then slowly slip into a restorative, Sunday-morning paced asana class. To complete the class, you will be bathed in sound by the incredible Michelle Marie of Sound Goddess Healing on her crystal singing bowls for a 30-minute savasana. $30.


June 4

The Space, 128 Brookside JP (Green St. T stop or ample street parking)

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A top zen list....

Conscious acts that have helped me become a more centered person: 

Meditating every day, no matter what 

Taking time each day to move my body in a way that FEELS GOOD

Limiting screen use  

Calling him 45 and not President

Having only text messages pushed to my phone, nothing else

Giving myself ten extra minutes to get somewhere  

Mantra

Going to bed between 10 and 11

Admitting that I'm not the most centered person, and being ok with that. 

 Tell me your top zen list?

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Shanti Sundays in JP

Next Shanti Sunday at The Space: 5/7, 11am- 1pm

Next Shanti Sunday at The Space: 5/7, 11am- 1pm

 
The first Sunday of every month, I will offer a special two-hour class meant to completely relax and renew you. Held at a very sweet community space in JP (The Space), class will open with simple meditation practice, then slowly slip into a restorative, slow-paced asana class. To complete the class, you will be bathed in sound by the incredible Michelle Marie of Sound Goddess Healing on her crystal singing bowls for a 30-minute savasana. $30.

For more information, or to register, contact me: karen@shantiyogaboston.com

(Venmo: Karen-Caiazzo)

Meditation for Dummies

I'm still learning about myself at age 35. Like a kid, I do best when I have a schedule, a structure, a system. I'm so easily distracted that if I don't have a system, it will be 11am before I even think about meditation. Over the last year I've developed my RPM system, which is a pretty common one: Rise, Pee, Meditate. For me, there is also a wheat grass shot in there. It's taken over a year, but now that RPM a part of my daily system, things feel off if I don't begin my day this way.

You may have heard that yoga teachers don't always live the most grounded lifestyle. On many days I'm flinging myself across the city of Boston, often to three or four different locations, to bring yoga to the lives of Bostonians. One system to working for yourself? "Say yes to everything!" advised Amy Bellamy, one of the baddest women to play keys in this town. She told me this when I left managing a yoga studio and moved to teaching full time. I've taken her advice, and I am grateful to have had it. Saying yes has helped me wage new connections, bring yoga to all ages and ability levels, and pay my rent!

With discipline, I've started to really see the benefits of meditating every day.  Now that I've honed in on my morning routine, I've also started being more systematic about what goes into my body, how much sleep I get, and when I get a chance to put my feet up with my book. In this constant refinement of system and schedule, I've found that my priorities are more pronounced, my joys more attainable, and my worries less detrimental. If I didn't have a solid meditation practice, doing the crazy fling across Boston on the daily would fry me. 

If you need help sparking up your meditation practice, shoot me a message! Anything that is worthwhile takes time and effort, so don't give up. 

 

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Antisocial

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I'm taking a break from social media this week, and I didn't even post about it. Yet here I am, posting about it on my yoga blog. Why does taking a break from social media feel like a big deal? Why is it that if we go to unplug, we feel the need to explain it, almost leaving an away message of sorts in our status bar? And then how does it makes sense to tout our minimalistic behavior, only to then go BACK on social media and talk about how good it feels to take a break from social media? 

I don't have the answers to these questions. But I will let you in on something about me: I am an anxious person. I've been this way for as long as I can remember, so I have gotten quite used to living an anxious life. You probably had no idea. That's my anxiety, managing my behavior so you can't even tell that I am anxious about 99% of the time. Or perhaps I'm not fooling anybody and it's painfully obvious. :) Yet as much as I know this, I consistently forget that the smartphone and it's quick access to a glossy-eyed, brainless daze has done little to assuage my anxious tendencies.

I talk in my yoga classes about screen time and putting the phone in another room when you sleep (especially with my prenatal students: the worst phone insomniacs out there), yet sometimes I can find myself inside of FB or IG on a regular basis. I realize it like waking up from a dream, asking myself, "How long have I been looking at this? Why am I looking at this? How did I start LOOKING AT THIS?"

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Somehow I can slip between being unaffected by the little blue button on my home screen to pressing it habitually when I'm seeking validation, distraction, a break, or even just an LOL. Can you relate? Often I don't even realize that I pressed it until I'm lamenting aloud about my brother supporting Trump. I do try to limit screen use to between the hours of 9am and 9pm. Kinda.

I'm in my mid-thirties, so I distance myself from the "millennial" category. I recall a time when we didn't have mobile phones, let alone Facebook and Snap, pulling us out of our real world and into a fabricated one. (For the record: I don't use Snap, I can't figure it out. But I DID successfully explain hashtags to my mom yesterday.) People tease me for being painfully analog with my paper calendar and my penchant for burning CDs. Yes, okay, I still long for a time when we made plans well in advance and kept them, so as not to leave a friend sitting alone in public without anything to stare at. I remember falling in love and needing to climb to a rooftop and shout it, rather than simply and anticlimactically changing my relationship status on FB. (So many likes!) I remember a time that we had to be real with the people in our lives and neighborhoods rather than hiding behind perfectly filtered pics, profiles, and the never-ending and indisputable "busy". 

Within 48 hours of deleting the IG, FB, and Messenger apps from my phone, I received an email from Instagram reminding me to check my account for my 3 new followers. Well played, IG. I almost clicked. But I like reminding myself that I have better things to do than scroll and click around in a fantastical reality. And I really, truly do have so many better things to do.

Like any other over-saturated and addictive vice, we have to treat our phones and our social media circles with limits and with moderation. Like any kind of discipline, it takes practice and effort over time. If we aren't careful, we can slip into unhealthy behaviors like scrolling when we should be sleeping, or driving, or even worse, when we should be connecting with a person right in front of us. 

I don't need a medal for taking a screen break. What I think I do need is a reminder that the world is not at our fingertips. I think I need a world where I can be comfortable in public without holding a phone or a drink. I realize this is completely on me. I have to look up, feel my awkwardness, interact, be brave, connect, and show up. As anxious as it makes me, I'm gonna try.

At any rate, I'll see if any of you liked this sometime next week.