I read an article last week about how yoga in America is exploiting its Native Culture; and have rea
I read an article last week about how yoga in America is exploiting its Native Culture; and have read sooo many posts/articles recently about how exclusive yoga feels to much of humanity as a whole It makes me so fucking sad. It makes me sad that our side of the world has taken this sacred practice and turned it into a fitness regimen that mostly thin, white women are seen doing. Most of them wearing overly-priced yoga pants and practicing a ridiculously advanced posture It makes me sad that our world puts human-beings… magical fucking beings… into boxes. We cannot continue this. We don’t fit. We never will. We are too expansive, too transformative, too magical, to be so contained I’m swearing so much because I’m angry. I’m angry and sad that there are so many people in this world that feel like they can’t practice yoga because they don’t fit into the box That individuals feel that their bodies are not enough to practice yoga That our Indian brothers and sisters who have been practicing their entire lifetime don’t feel like they belong in the typical yoga class That ANYONE feels that way due to the color of their skin That our side of the world has taken a rich, colorful, + spiritual practice of togetherness, unity, and wholeness… and turned it into a trend that separates us That there is any person of any shape/size/ethnicity/gender that has ever been into a yoga class and felt anything other than fulfillment I feel the shift happening, but there is still so much work to be done. There is still so much work that needs to be done amongst the community (and world as a whole) and the way we are portraying + sharing this sacred practice/life I believe in the practice so much. Because it reminds me that I am you and you are me. You are me and I am you. We are so much more the same than we are different and this practice shows us that I know it. I feel it. I am it. You are too. Xoxox -- source link
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