Okay, so I watch the Real Housewives series with alternating giggles and shakes of my head. I am intrigued, disgusted, amused and often rapt by these post-modern personalities. The pendulum swings between extremes that are more typical on reality television than in reality, itself. It is the voyeuristic, passive view, distanced by the medium of television, that sets my heart racing and oh so grateful for my life as it is.
I love how shows like these tap into the unexpected in people. Well, maybe I should rephrase that. I love how unexpected people tap into these shows. (Sort of like my 30+ year addiction to General Hospital – or as I call it, my residence in Port Charles – often elicits gasps or giggles from people who know me.)
There are no secrets on Facebook, so I got to gasp and giggle when I saw that many of my Yogi(ni) friends were present among the droves who “Like” certain Housewives. There’s divine poetry in a Universe that Yokes seemingly disparate aspects into something whole. Isn’t that the definition of Yoga?
As I delve deeper into this bottomless (and dare I say topless) practice, I am awed by everyday examples of off-the-mat yoga. Profound, sometimes, in its ameba-like simplicity and other times challenging in its utter complexity, the Yoga pendulum swings freely with an open invitation to take the ride or observe it with wakeful eyeballs.
The challenges I face in my asana practice off the mat are largely logistic. I am often torn between a visceral desire (and need) to be ever present for my children and husband and charging toward the divine finger that beacons me toward a different bliss. Remaining present with each choice is as much a part of the practice as perfecting my downward dog or learning to effortlessly float and invert.
I want to include my family on this amazing journey. I want my children to feel a certain non-attached ownership with yoga and not see it as the reason mommy wasn’t around for hours at a time. I want my husband to experience the openings, discoveries and overall magic of this practice for himself and not just take my word for it. Looking at this paragraph, I see a lot of statements that start with, “I want.” I’m not exactly attached to the outcome of these desires, but would love to see them play out nonetheless. After all, it’s just yoga.
Following my bliss (thank you for the language Joseph Campbell), I must also adhere to the cardinal rule of Ahimsa, doing no harm, to my family or else it’s really all in vain. The tight rope is shrinking and challenging my balance with every choice I make. This is also yoga!
A Real Housewives show featuring Yoga Housewives is one I hope is never produced for the masses. The idea of this show, however, is one at least worth examining both from the perspective of the Yogini Housewife, as well as, that of her family who are directly affected by her treading this path.
Conflict and coping are part of life. Yoga is a beautiful context within which to figure it all out, or just be okay with not knowing a thing!
A couple of end notes:
The following clip would suggest a yoga seed growing in the RH franchise: LINK TO YOGA IN RH NYC
Check out Yogamaya when you’re in Manhattan!