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5/5/2009:
My reflexology/accupuncture advisor pinched my right hand between my thumb and index finger. He asked me if it hurt. I told him yes. He said that I am therefore constipated. I told him I’m not constipated, but he insisted. I guess I could have brought up all my massive post-Thai street food troubles, but I think he would still insist that I’m constipated.
We were doing meditation and Senthil, our main yoga leader, told us to focus our breathing on our heart, as that is where our soul is. He then, surprisingly, specified his claim by defining a soul as “our driving energy.” At this point Maria, a mid-30’s Spanish woman who is one of the 3 women taking a 6-week yoga theory class (seriously, 6 weeks of taking notes 3 or 4 hours a day on yoga theory? what?), raised her hand and said that this contradicts what Senthil’s brother, Ganesh was saying, about the energy being stored in the (some Indian word I don’t understand but that I assume is a body part other than the heart). Senthil explained that this was cosmic energy which is stored in that other part, whereas the soul is human energy and is located in the heart. A subtle distinction, of course, but one worth noting.
At this point I realized that the people around me take this stuff so seriously that, when somebody tells them about where energy is stored, they actually retain that information and are able to employ it to
clarify further nonsense gibberish. They are actually absorbing everything they’ve learned. I asked to see one of the girls’ notes and she had 4 composition binders worth of notes. I would have looked inside but I was afraid of what I would see. There are also 2 girls in separate programs taking equally copious amounts of notes on Ayurvedic Medicine (taught by the doctor described in my previous email) and one on nutrition.
It’s weird because everything that is told to me I don’t even bother to pay attention to when it comes to this stuff. For one, it’s hard understanding what people are saying when they speak with an Indian
accent (Tom, I feel for you; half the time I really can’t make out what they’re saying). Also, when I do understand what they’re saying it’s all spiritual hogwash. Fortunately I’m normally so relaxed,
whether it’s after yoga or my massage (which involves me lying on a wooden table wearing nothing but a loin cloth while they splash insane amounts of oil on me and rub me down in long, sweeping strokes rather than focusing on one area at a time. It’s very intense and very weird), that I don’t really worry about
what’s being said.
Main takeaway though is that I’m having a great time. 3 yoga sessions a day, one massage, one reflexology session, a couple walks, and a lot of time spent reading (just finished Dreams from my Father, he really
is so well-spoken!). 2 days in I’m still terribly inflexible but hopefully I’ll make progress. If not, I’ll have dumped 5k including travel (business class from India to NYC is expensive it turns out), but at least I’ll be able to tell chicks I went to India for a two-week yoga retreat.
-Ariel
P.S. Typing this up took me past 2:00, at which point they shut off the power for the generator that charges the internet, so I had to copy/paste this and place it in a Word file which I hid. Obviously I
don’t think anybody here is too tech-savvy, but if they were using Word and clicked on the “My refloxology” file in the recently viewed section, it could have been bad.
