When I first started writing this column, and therefore telling people that I was on a Spiritual Journey, the first thing out of everyone's mouth was, "Ooh! Fun! You can write about yoga!" People love yoga. Apparently, yoga is spirituality for the masses. But, let's be honest, how many people do you know that actually, and whole-heartedly practice yoga?
I thought so. That's because yoga is an elitist practice.
I like yoga. I've always liked yoga. I grew up doing yoga, because, let's face it, yoga is a lot easier to practice when it's funded by your parents, or when your Safeway paycheck's have nothing more, well, pressing to go towards.
In real life, as far as I'm concerned, it's unaffordable. The average yoga class in Manhattan costs about $20. Don't ask how I know this, or where I got my numbers, but that, my friends, is simply not doable. I'm not one of those people whose budgets can actually afford yoga. I cannot afford yoga.
So fine, you say, take a yoga class at the local gym? Well, for one thing, I'm no longer a member of a gym (due to aforementioned budget), but also, taking yoga classes at a gym sucks. The classes are packed and they're really awkwardly timed (6pm??) and the bottom line is, I can't make it out of work in time for a 6pm class, let alone one for which I have to get there 25 minutes early in order to even secure a spot. No, thank you.
And besides all that, most yoga classes are remarkably intimidating. Not only is the average yoga class a ridiculously challenging form of calisthenics, but people who practice yoga take it, well, really seriously. Which I get, and can more or less appreciate, but it still grates a bit when my sweaty feet are slipping out from under me in downward-facing dog and I can hardly breathe let alone monitor my breath, and the ridiculously perfect-bodied brunette next to me is what I'd interpret as glaring at me from under her sweat-free brows. I can't help it if I'm causing a disturbance. This shit is hard!
Well, enter into this yoga-less void Yoga To The People, which, by the way, always makes me think of Up With People, which makes me laugh in and of itself, which is a more or less unfair rumination because, and back to my point, Yoga To The People is awesome!
Located in a mildly grungy pre-war on St. Mark's Place, Yoga To The People is the socialist answer to an ultimately restricted practice. (Like I said, only rich people do yoga.) All classes are donation only! Now that's my type of payment. The suggested donation is $10, but not by any means required, and their system is working. The classes are crowded, but rarely packed enough to turn people away. The studio itself is beautiful in a lofty, old New York sort of way, and both the teachers and fellow yoga-ers are utterly un-critical.
And I think that's what I like best (besides the "by-donation" admission, of course). I've finally found a place where I can fumble through my sun salutations without remorse, doing the best I can to breathe at all. And hey, fingers crossed, maybe one day I'll even find myself "centered." I mean that, and I think it's entirely possible. I like yoga, and now that I can afford it, I truly plan on going.
So, reader, with you as my witness, my one and only (so far!) spiritual goal is to attend a yoga class at least once a week. (More, if the Yoga To The People peeps would consider this my donation! Is that ethically wrong? I don't know. I never took a journalism class.)
And on that note, I'd like to take this moment to hereby revise my request to the universe for a guru:
I really want and truly seek a yoga guru.
Namaste.
Ohhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm.
Posted February 20, 2008 | 08:18 AM (EST)