What’s the “G” word? The image that hovers above whispers the answer in your ear.
Okay, I’ll redirect and be direct (I am southern by birth, which can mean speaking politely is more important than being getting to the point): Is it okay for the yoga teacher to incorporate the word God during a yoga class? Or should Yoga, too, be separated from Church? Incongruity of that statement aside, what might it mean to the “average” student (outside of an ashram) to hear the teacher talking (teaching) about God?
The first time I heard a yoga teacher talking about God, it was Erich Schiffmann. Coming from a lineage of Yoga-Taught-in-a-Health Club, it sounded a little…odd. God? And while I am loath to adopt pop parlance, Really? You are talking about God during a yoga class? This is yoga, not God in his church. I had a lot to learn.
I am spiritual, it came to me naturally. It is part of my very psyche. But I had yet to disassociate the word from its Christian connotation. I still thought of God through the lens of children’s Bible books. While my family’s church attendance was hardly religious ( I mean that in both senses of the word), and I had not thought of myself as “Christian” since my teens, I still thought “God” referred to who Michelangelo painted him to be. I let it go at that, and went about my business of not thinking about that God, and meditating daily on supreme consciousness and a more amorphous Divine.
“Wash your mouth out with soap.”
It was during a teacher training I did with David Life in 2001. With these words, Life, a gentle man devoted to “no harm,” was adamant, almost forceful. He told us this in no uncertain words. The setting was a quaint, elderly YMCA Retreat on Lake George, New York. There about 65 of us in his six day training. I was living in Montana at the time, and the east coast was very exotic to me. First, most people there were from Manhattan (New York, not Montana). I was a bit more rustic. Not a rube, but neither was I accustomed to hotly dressed yogis, or to a steam-room full of women talking about the extent of their laser hair removal.
“As a teacher, don’t ever say you want to attend a yoga class just for yourself. If you do, wash your mouth out with soap!” He added, “Every time you step on your mat it is sacred.” Oh. I got it. It’s about reverence. In other words, God=the One=Source=the Divine=interconnection, it even equals me. God as the feeling of connection.
I was ready to be righteous about it. To go bold, and fearless, to talk about this open source God in my classes. It felt natural, after all, I was referring to nothing more (or less) than the exquisite flavor of being alive with devotion. It was, Bhakti Yoga. This became even more clear when I was blessed with one of the most marvel-ous yoga retreats of my multi-page dossier of yoga workshops. This time the setting was literally on a mountain top–the phenomenal Inner Harmony retreat center at Brian Head, Utah.
The week with Shiva Rea and Jai Uttal was extra-ordinary. It was Bhakti-fying. It deserves a post in itself, but suffice it to say, I came to realize I was not born to teach “just poses.” I knew that for me to present yoga that focused on physical anatomy alone would be wrong. It would mean not sharing who I am, that is, leaving my essence and most meaningful knowledge aside. It would be selfish.
Mother Theresa was once asked,
“When you pray to God, what do you say?”
She replied, “I don’t talk, I listen.”
“Then, what does he say to you?”
“He doesn’t talk. He listens.”
On one level, yoga is about being present with “what is.” It is being in a state of awareness. I fervently believe yoga as “state” and “church” can be seamlessly aligned. To be in One, not two and separate. Of this I want to sing to my students. But often I hold back. I spared my students my heartfelt views of oneness (it sounds too much like that hotdog vendor joke), of awareness being aware of itself, or of Purusha, and highest consciousness. I didn’t want to possibly trigger anyone’s past negative, or sacrosanct, visions of “God.” (I once had a student turn in an evaluation that said while she loved my class and that I was clearly knowledgeable and passion about yoga, my “spiritual” talks went against everything she “held dear” vis-a-vis her church.
How do you feel about using the “G” word in yoga class? Should it be guised within yoga’s spirituality, or avoided altogether least it turn someone off, or offend them? Or, first amendment-like, should it be left out of the classroom completely, the separation of Church and State?