Jenifer Parker and I had a bit of a kvetch last week (I love that she tosses in the yiddish from time to time, just like I do!). We were bitching about The Yoga Police. You know the ones, they tell you how you should practice yoga, that once a week isn’t often enough, and how you should look & act if you want to call yourself a yogi.
Then I read Barbara Denowh’s post about someone calling a student a WHALE when they were in Down Dog. Well, fuck me.
That person, she’s gone beyond Yoga Police into a whole new league.
If I’d had a teacher like that when I first started yoga, I would not have carried on. I was overweight. Probably, that yoga nazi would have said I looked like a whale in down dog. Luckily, I only encountered those kinds of yogis a bit later, when my love of yoga was already entrenched.
But it’s something that really grates on me, this elitism around yoga. The word means union, for frikssake. Unity. All.
Not just the self-nominated special people, who are thin enough or bendy enough, or whatever.
ALL of us can benefit from doing yoga.