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We’ve been celebrating TRUTH this month as part of the All Eight Limbs movement.  I’ve been enjoying so much everyone’s posts on Instagram
and the positive feedback when I shared some of my personal truths
instead of the usual Universal quotes.  I made my first confession
there, “I have good days and bad days.”  Now I want to tell you more.  I even get angry. 

I get angry.

I don’t just get angry.  Often I choose
anger.  It’s must more fun than sadness and must more usable for
creating change.  I enjoy my anger energy, thrive in it.  I love it most
when it comes out slashing in red cutting through the untrue swift and
clear, and with precision.  In those rare beautiful moments when my
anger is manifest and expressive, it is the perfect tool for
destruction.  And destruction is essential for creation.  That’s why I’m
always saying, “Make space.”

I’ve been thinking a lot about Anger and the bad
reputation it’s gotten in the often confused modern day yoga world. 
These days yoga teachers seem never to stop smiling, as if doing so will
prove yoga makes one happy all the time.  One by one they’ve all made
this silent agreement and now it feels near betrayal to call their
bluff.  Behind the scenes and beneath the grin, though, trouble looms. 
Inside burning are lies and resentments.  Lies and resentments are worse
than anger by a margin too large to calculate.  They stew and boil and
grow until they overflow unpredictably.  They cause internal sickness
and that sickness can spread. Lies and resentments are the things of
wars of genocides.  That was the truth I felt from my Rwanda experience
and Rwanda’s been on my mind too.

Chamundeshwari Temple

I prefer my anger outright.  I was thanking it today. 
Thanking it for coming hard in my belly and breaking through a sadness
that was there.  I don’t get angry much anymore, but when I do I
recognize it as a powerful energy useful in my creative process. 
Managed correctly it has been the stimulant for many of my projects. 
I’ve come to understand and appreciate my anger.  Now when I feel it, I
channel it, gratefully.  It’s a fuel I can use and it can make me strong
and clear and productive.  I’ve worked with that fuel before.

I
was thinking about my anger and how I play with it and enjoy it and
allow it to help me when I remembered it was Chamudheshwari’s birthday. 
She’s the Goddess of this city Mysore where I am currently living in
India.  And she is fierce.  She killed the demons Chanda and
Munda and then took their names Chamunda.  Hardly apologetic.  Talk
about owning your anger.  There are plenty more stories like this in the
Hindu tradition and while yoga practitioners are not by any means
required to practice Hinduism, I think it’s important to point out that
our yoga tradition comes from a place that is A-Okay with anger.  So
anyone trying to prove they are a “yogi” by smiling all the time, may in
fact be proving nothing at all, and giving themselves and awful ulcer.

 On my down a resting spot overlooking all of Mysore.

Of course confessions are dangerous, so I must add a
disclaimer. Please don’t say I’ve suggested we all be mean.  No.  We did
in fact celebrate a month of AHIMSA (non-violence) last month, and
hopefully we are still working on that practice.  I know I am.  Yoga
philosophers always link Ahimsa and Satya, urging us to speak truth but
in a way that is not harmful.  I’m suggesting we look at the
Ahimisa/Satya connection the other way and make sure our Kindness is
Truthful.  After all, without that, it’s worthless and phony and fake. 
In my experience the way to get to a place where it’s easy and natural
to be kind and happy most of the time, is to acknowledge and move
through all the different emotional energies that present themselves. 
That’s where the yoga practice has made me a kinder, more patient, more
smiling person.  That’s the work that shows up on the mat each day.  The
amazing thing is the emotions pass so quickly when observed and not
repressed, sometimes dissolving simply in their being named.  Perhaps
that’s the meaning behind Chamunda taking the name of her demon
victims.  By owning the expression of her anger, she becomes released
from it and is able to move through to her next phase and create.

Whatever
the meaning you take.  I hold this to be true.  And in the spirit of
Satya and truth telling, I wanted to share with you my truth.  I am not a
yogi, but I am an aspiring yogi with a pretty serious practice and I
still get angry.  I get angry.  I get sad.  And as I said on my
instagram, I have good days and bad days.  Does that mean the practice
isn’t working?  Of course it is.  I’m so much more aware of the
impermanence of emotion and of how to process and remove negative
energies from my system.  I’m more aware of others emotions and energies
too.  This whole thing is a process.  Skip the process and fake the
perceived smiley ending and you’ll end up feeling awful inside.  Not
only that, but by faking your process you gain nothing, no knowledge of
self and no chance at all at becoming a yogi.  Submit to the yoga and
you’ll likely have to feel some unpleasant feelings, but you’ll get
through them, grow from them, and learn how to articulate them with an
artistry that suggests you desired them all along. 

Practice yoga. All Eight Limbs.

*Special thanks to the brilliant minds and souls here with me
here in Mysore and who have inspired my thought process with their
incredible contributions to every conversation.  You are lifting me
through your presence.

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