The bastardizing impact of consumerism on yogic teaching has reached the size of a pandemic.
The all-disabling self-transplantation of a yoga teacher from a breathing person to a digitally filtered and wirelessly delivered social media entity has drowned most opportunities for yogic meditation, mystical experiences, and thoughtful conversations.
The disembodiment brought about by teachers as a consequence of the electronically induced ecstasy of their so-called “online yoga” on unsuspecting practitioners has reached the proportions of a great flood.
How did this happen? Is a modern yogi drowning? Should he mutiny, or abandon ship?
In the later part of my soon-to-be 20-year-long yoga practice and teaching career, having taught more than 14,200 hours of big and small yoga classes, workshops, retreats, yoga teacher training and cont-ed programs, I’ve always regarded my own work with a critical eye. I paid attention to what other teachers were doing, too, as I initially believed there would have been much good to be found in their work (I intended to steal that for myself, as one obviously should). Instead, what I found came to me as a surprise—I hope to write about that soon.
Welcome to “The Flying Fish” by me. Sign up now so you don’t miss the upcoming articles.
Thanks for reading my stuff. I kiss you on the mouth.
22 August AD 2021
If you dare, tell your friends!