Word: yoga
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...hike up Red Creek Road, a nine-mile zigzag up the side of Red Table Mountain in Colorado's White River National Forest, is to experience what yoga classes aspire to visualize. You wind through canopies of blue spruce trees to emerge in soft meadows of swaying wildflowers. A gurgling stream escorts the trail, and silvery sagebrush perfumes...
...ride up the same trail on an all-terrain vehicle (ATV) is to gun a Harley Fat Boy through the yoga class, whooping a great big belly laugh as you send leotarded pixies running for cover. In an hour, you can cover more terrain than you can walk in half a day. Two hours of wrestling your machine up the mountain and you're at 11,000 ft.--in a hallowed piece of Rocky Mountain forest where the air is light and the trees fragile. And it's all yours. The only hikers up here tend to be hardcore backpackers...
...yoga butt? That's the funniest thing I've heard. But it sums up how the West views yoga: as an aid to master the physical. Sure, yoga can help one develop a perfect behind. But yogis don't look good because of their butts. When you encounter a yogi he mesmerizes you by his enigmatic presence. Yogis vibrate on a totally different plane...
...oddities attend yoga's vogue in America. One is that the U.S. has the fittest people in the world, and the most obese. Yoga, typically, is practiced by the fit. Exercise, the care and feeding of body and possibly mind, is their second career. The folk in urgent need of yoga are the ones who are at the fast-food counter getting their fries supersize; who would rather take a pill than devote a dozen hours a week to yoga; for whom meditation is staring glassily at six hours of football each Sunday; and who might go under the surgeon...
...agitation are everywhere. We work longer hours, with TVs and portable radios blaring as the sound track for frantic wage slaves. If a teen isn't trussed to his headphones or plugged into a chat room, it's because his cell phone has just beeped. In this modern maelstrom, yoga's tendency to stasis and silence seems at first insane, then inspired. The notion of bodies at rest becoming souls at peace is reactionary, radical and liberating. If it cures nagging backache, swell. But isn't it bliss just to sit this one out, to freeze-frame the frenzy...