Last year while sorting through family photos, I rediscovered a black and white photo taken in the summer of 1975 when I was 10 years old. Two things struck me: 1) I had long legs and 2) I’m doing a yoga hand gesture (called a mudra).
The long legs were just a stage of childhood. I capped out at 5 feet 3.5 inches with sturdy calves.
So why the mudra? A friend had a yoga book* specifically for children and the poses and the book looked cool. I coveted that book. I thought a lot about that book. I NEEDED that book. If she was going to get superpowers, I wanted them too. So I bought the book with my own $. Months later when I saw the friend (we lived in different towns), I proudly told her I had my own copy. After some confusion, she told me that it had just been a library book she’d borrowed. I was stunned. The shine on the book dimmed.
Despite the jealous energy behind the purchase of the book, I went on to use it a lot during my childhood. I have it to thank for piquing my interest in yoga, a practise I’ve returned to off and on as an adult since the 1990’s. This summer, I’ve been enjoying gentle yoga in a relaxed class in a nearby community.
Since moving home last year, I’m using the library more and borrowing fiction books from friends. With non-fiction, I still spin off on tangents, starting a book before finishing the previous one, as if I’m reading on the Internet. And that feeling of NEED for a specific non-fiction book—usually in Buddhism, Yoga, Psychology or Health—is still something I feel often, hold in check, and examine. Although I know better, the desire is often tied in with anticipation that this book could be life-changing. No? OK this one.
I’ve purchased few books on Buddhism, Yoga, or meditation in the past three years because my shelves contain books that I haven’t read yet or haven’t finished reading. I planned to get through those before borrowing or buying more but, when I pick them up, I’m not inspired to get past the first chapter. Last month when I looked at my shelves, I realized part of the problem and how rigidly sticking with my sensible minimizing plan was just adding to the frustration. Like the Buddhism section at the bookstore or library, I have a disproportionately small number of books by women teachers (and I’ve read and reread them). I felt disappointed with myself.
I want to hear different voices. I want to explore topics that will make me stretch. I lifted the purchase ban. When it fits in the monthly budget, I can cast a vote with my $ for an author I purposefully want to support, starting with recent releases by women teachers.
*The book was by Kareen Zebroff who published multiple books on yoga and had a TV show in Canada in the 1970’s.
Recommended and related links:
- with a little help from my friends on Karen Maezen Miller’s blog Cheerio Road
- (re)learning how to read (BITNF post #15)
Neil says
Enjoyed the picture and the cartoon. I sometimes have several cartoons waiting to be finished. Usually it’s a cute MacKenzie but I haven’t come up with the right comment.
Bill and Elizabeth says
And the photo was taken on the beach at Lr5.
back is the new forward says
Thanks for noticing that : – )