Monday, July 29, 2013

Touching the edge - letting go of our limitations

I'm running, and my breath is rapid and shallow. My heart is racing. My running buddy has pulled ahead of me yet again, and the chatter in my head starts up once more, full speed ahead: “You're no good at this, why are you even bothering to try? You're a failure at running, you haven't trained enough, race day is coming up and you're going to be awful at it, you're going to hurt yourself.” The physical sensations of running when I hit this point are frighteningly similar to panic attacks. I blink to hold back tears and keep running. Foot, foot, foot. The sensations, the thoughts, and the experiences eventually pass. I return to gratitude at the end of the run.

Running has been both a liberating and a painful experience for me. It takes me to places of shame and it gives me a sense of joy and an adrenaline-rush like no other. I delve right into the feelings of body shame – that I'm not good enough, that my body is failing me – and right into the feelings of exhilaration – the power of the determined mind, the feeling of “I can do this,” the chance to let my brain unwind, and the joy of accomplishment.

The flip side of the coin with coming to peace with our bodies is letting go of the limiting stories we have with regards to them. Olympic-level athletes often speak of how the biggest competitor they face is not the person they are racing against, but their own minds. One possible trajectory for the spiritual journey with the body is to listen to and accept the stories created by our minds around what we believe is possible, and then to safely unlearn these stories and get more in touch with the direct experience of what is happening as we move, stretch, and strengthen.

When we encounter something unpleasant in the process of moving our bodies, our instant reaction is often to shrink away from it. Sometimes if we're able to push at the edge, however, we realize that “unpleasant” is nothing more than a category our mind creates for uncomfortable sensations. I'm certainly not advocating for pushing oneself to a place where there is pain or damage to the body, but it is possible to investigate at the edges how our mind creates limiting stories surrounding uncomfortable experiences. As we say in yin yoga, take it to your edge and then sit with the experience of the sensation. You may be surprised to learn that you're not as small as you thought you were.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Living In the Moment: The Body

A large part of the spiritual journey is the integration of the whole person – that is, when we stop compartmentalizing our selves into separate categories of “body,” “mind,” “emotions,” “spirit,” and so on. In particular, the body is a site of extreme dis-integration, in a world where unhealthy concepts of the body abound. Whether it's the flesh-hating bent of some organized religion, or the flesh-selling culture of consumer capitalism – I think it's really important to unpack how we think about our bodies.

Being a gay man in Vancouver - “Hollywood North” - it's pretty easy to get caught up in the marketplace of bodies. The pressure to conform to a particular body type – to be the muscled, hairless, perfectly manicured, and tanned dude wearing all the right clothes – can be overpowering at times. Hidden just beneath a thin veneer of “living a healthy lifestyle” is a deep pressure to conform to a particular way of looking. As our society has become more embedded with “marketplace consciousness,” we commodify and sell our bodies. We spend enormous amounts of money modifying and rebuilding them, trying to fit an aesthetic that is virtually unattainable.

Body shaming is so widespread in our culture. In the past, gender theory and feminism focussed on how women are required to manipulate their bodies – often in extreme and unhealthy ways – in order to fit into a specific body type. Of course, that same pressure exists for men – and speaking from the experience of being queer – it can be particularly intense for gay men. Value and worth is assigned based on body shape rather than looking to the beauty which exists at the core of each person. The fact that humanity is blessed with an enormous variety of body shapes and sizes, and that “healthy” doesn't look the same for every person barely registers. There's always something “wrong” with our bodies that we need to “fix.”

Of course, this body shaming has enormous implications when it comes to our mental and spiritual wellbeing. Rather than living in a healthy, integrated way – where the focus is on creating balance within our bodies, our minds, our whole person – we create artificial goals of how we think we should look and pursue it with a self-judging aggression. In addition, we spread hate by mocking or judging those who don't look like we think they should. And in the perpetual journey to lose weight, we forget that the scale and waist-size is just a metric, just a number.

How much better off would we be if we could come to live at peace with our bodies, just as they are, right here and now? We spend so much time being unhappy with ourselves – when we really could spend time practicing a healthy attitude free of shaming where we're actually happy with the way we are. When I'm old, I hope to have spent more time being happy with myself than standing in front of a mirror worrying that I don't have bulging biceps.

In a recent yoga class, one of my teachers said, “live in your body right now. Not the body you had last week. Not the body you had ten years ago. Not the body you want to have. The body as it is, right here and now, as you're sitting and breathing on the mat.” We need to stop inhabiting the body in our minds and learn to live in the body that actually exists – with all its scars, belly fat, the hair that grows in strange places, the loss of flexibility as a result of growing old, the cellulite on our butts, and all of our beautiful imperfections. This doesn't mean we will end up stopping exercising or eating healthy – those things are part of the spiritual journey too. As we let go of the limiting stories which prevent us from fully expressing our bodies, with dedication and practice we may also discover the ability to do things which we never thought possible.

I recently injured my right upper hamstring attachment. As I worked through the injury, I realized that my mind would immediately jump to “fixing the problem” as I practiced forward folds. It takes an intentional mental shift to stop thinking about the soreness and aching as a problem, and see it rather just as it is – a sensation of soreness which the mind judges as unpleasant and tries to push away. We need to stop the war against our bodies, and learn to celebrate ourselves just as we are, even as we stretch and build balance into our physical selves.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Starting fresh all over again

Lately, I've been pondering how much of my life has been spent where I feel as though I'm not really present as it's happening. Perhaps it's my tendency to focus on the negative - and I know I can ruminate on "time wasted," and so need to be mindful when examining this aspect of my life - but I also know a lot of life has passed me by when I've felt really disengaged and disempowered. Time and energy spent in cycles of anxiety and depression, hours spent pursuing distractions from my anxiety but also keeping me from truly living out my passions, too much time spent unhappy with my place in life, and a feeling like I'm lacking real dedication to any particular goal. These feelings crystallized and changed this weekend when I travelled with my partner to his ten-year reunion for musical theatre school - in particular, when I heard about the year he spent intensively developing his skills as a performer: six days a week dedicated to pursuing his dreams, and putting his whole life into his passions. I realized that I've never really had that level of dedication or self-discipline in my life. I want to - no, I need to develop a plan to re-engage with my passions in life.  I've never really felt like I've given anything my all - so often, I feel like I'm just "floating." The moments of my life when I've felt most fully alive have been when I've really been pursuing my calling – that is, really engaged in work towards something bigger than myself.

After some soul searching, on July 9 of this year, I decided that this year would be a “year of personal growth” and marked the day on my calendar. I've scrambled a little bit to figure out what exactly that means, but I think it will involve intentionally engaging myself in my life's work, and really following what Baron Baptiste calls my “true north” - which for me is a spiritual focus on embodying lovingkindness. To that end, I want to pursue it to my fullest ability. I want this next year to be a “life boot camp” as it were. I'm going to start fresh all over again. Work on mental health so that I can truly love myself with all of my flaws. Work on being gentle and disciplined with myself in such a way that I can really blossom and flourish. Work with my body, and really practice my yoga and physical wellbeing so that I can live in a balanced, integrated way.

I want to learn to put my whole heart into living. I want to learn to take care of myself – body, soul, and mind – to be able to fully live in the present moment in a healthy, loving way. I want to celebrate myself. I want to end the cyclical judging voice that plays so continuously in my head.

To this end, this is my prayer this evening:

May I embody lovingkindness.
May I love myself.
May the benefit of this be for everyone, everywhere.

May it be so.