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Day 24: (from the seat of the teacher) “Self-Consciousness”

I am self-conscious. Most people are. And when I say self-conscious I mean in that painful psychological way people get when they think they’re being judged unfavorably.

If you want to amp the vibe on self-consciousness, just bring a person with a camera into a room and watch how everyone scatters. “Oh god no,” they say, “don’t take my picture my hair’s a mess, I don’t have any make-up on…” Blah-diddy-blah-blah-blah.

This morning one of the yoga challenge participants asked if she could take some pictures during practice. No butt shots, she promised, nothing intrusive, and if anyone didn’t want their picture taken, they could just say so and she would avoid them.

She did take a few shots, but she was really freaked out by the situation. And the “situation” was that these people were doing something private, something personal, and the camera, even with the best intentions of the photographer, was an invasion of that privacy.

After class she and I stayed and played around–mostly in the hammock. I took shots of her, she took shots of me, but we weren’t doing yoga. We were just messing around playing “photographers.”

But I do want pictures of this event, I really do. I want to look back at it in the coming years and remember Jeff’s Warrior and Shelly’s Forward Fold and Kestrel’s Crow.

I want to remember the way the light hit the wall and fell over the backs of people when they were in Child’s pose. Photographs are beautiful, and photos of people doing yoga can be so very poignant and sensual.

But people become self-conscious in that bad psychological way when a camera enters the practice room. But when they are deeply in their practice they are “self-conscious” in that beautiful, glorious way that opens them to self-knowing.

So Julie is coming back to the afternoon class to take more pictures, but we are going to set up a “fake practice” for a few minutes before the “real practice” begins. We are going to pretend to be doing yoga. For the camera. And then, after the camera gets put away, we’ll do the “real practice.”

I sometimes show my Beginner students pictures from Yoga Journal and ask them: “Isn’t that person really good at yoga?” And they all nod their heads, “Oh yes!” But in the moment that photo was taken, what are the odds that that person was “in yoga?”

Slim to none, I’ll bet.

And that’s why a teacher can never really know if a student is doing yoga. The only thing a teacher can know is if the student is safe in a yoga posture.

Yoga can’t be seen with a camera. The camera can only see the pose.

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About Kath Thompson

I teach yoga. I love to breathe. Kapalabhati pranayama rocks my world. I can’t sing (but love to chant) I love rituals I was born a Capricorn (on the cusp) I cannot live without coffee. I can sit perfectly still for over an hour. I am afraid of deep water. I can’t parallel park. I know how to scuba dive (but won’t). I can eat anything with chopsticks. I don’t use coupons. I was at Woodstock. I have a large vocabulary. I have slept in the Everglades surrounded by alligators. I used to want to be a bartender. I used to want to be a nun I am happiest when I am around purple things. I can read Tarot cards. I can’t eat eggplant. I have relatives in The Wizard of Oz. I have paddled a canoe with a nudist. I function best with 9 hours sleep. I can go for a week without speaking. I am addicted to blogs and social media. I love the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke and Billy Collins I watch My Dinner with Andre every January as a ritual I don’t drink enough water. I love my computer I hate to vacuum. I do not like hydrangeas. I love the Sierra Mts. I dislike the name “Debbie.” I have read all of Proust. I love yoga I like to fly kites. I have never smoked a cigarette. I cry at movies. I only watch really crappy TV. I wear a size 8 shoe. I hate the smell of burnt toast. I love catalpa trees. I speak no foreign languages. I love to drive. I hate clowns. I love roller coasters. I hate country music. I do not like the sound of bagpipes. I hate shaving. I love Brie. I love to watch water move. I hate plastic cutlery I love my Kindle I do not love my phone I love sitting up to my neck in hot water.

3 comments on “Day 24: (from the seat of the teacher) “Self-Consciousness”

  1. Wow, that *so* true.

    Also, I’ve been doing yoga every day, I swear! Well, I’ve definitely been doing yoga postures. I’ve also been working really hard at accessing all the stuff that’s supposed to come after that, but falling asleep has been a real downer. Still, may I thank you for having the virtual yoga challenge? Because it’s gently nudged me back to the center of the Path, and made me realize I’m ready to try harder.

    • Ahhh… you are so welcome! My only wish is that you could have been here “live and in person” because your practice inspires me and everyone who is lucky enough to observe it.
      I can relate about the sleep, too. It’s (sleep deprivation and/or exhaustion) is a real hindrance to deep practice. If only we could stop our regular lives for awhile and devote time to practice only.

  2. It might be practised. People can do yoga with other people in the room, who might or might not be watching them. There’s a camera. Oh, OK- that’s OK- breathe…

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