“I exchange my life for words. Weak, uncertain currency.”

– Anna Kamienska (via proustitute, orig. aurai)

This article offers an interesting take on yoga’s origins. 

Though in the bigger picture, I don’t think the debunking invalidates anything. Even if the author’s claims are 100% accurate in a scholarly sense, is it not possible for a practice to be co-created across cultures and to have value for its practitioners? There are any number of things we do that transcend the myths of origin that some choose to assign to them.

Note: a comparable but infinitely better written and more nuanced article in the TLS recently, too, by the always-brilliant Hinduist Wendy Doniger.

Can there be nonduality without also duality to negate? And therefore re-trigger its dualism? A well-worn path, I suppose. To map the transnumeric, I need to write on a less brittle layer, all edges and folds, a polyduality receptive to the mark.

“And the reality of the society that we’re in is there are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don’t need to impress people they don’t like.”

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“It’s up to us as individuals to take control and responsibility for the type of lives that we want to lead. If you don’t design your life, someone else will design it for you, and you may just not like their idea of balance. It’s particularly important that you never put the quality of your life in the hands of a commercial corporation.”

Nigel Marsh, ”How to make work-life balance work” TEDxSydney, May 2010

Delhi is absolutely crazy and I LOVE IT!

I went to a temple, was “adopted” and performed an abhisheka to send healing thoughts and good fortune to all the people I love and care about (including but of course not limited to me).  I was talked through the whole thing so that I could chant and participate. Then I met the swami of the temple who tied threads around my wrist and gave me a rose and blessings.

I tried to go to the Red Fort but was semi-kidnapped by a bicycle rickshaw driver. He said it would be too crowded, and rode me around the streets of Old Delhi. On Sunday most shops are closed but there are second-hand vendors all over the streets, and it’s extremely crowded.

I had a fantastic time, though just a bit scary. Lots of stares to be sure—I was the only non-local to be seen. And there I am with a red bright red splotch on my pale forehead being wheeled around in among all the cars, motorcycles, and other rickshaws.

At one point, he stopped the rickshaw and insisted on bringing me up a dark staircase in an alley, but only to see some courtyards. We went past India’s largest mosque as well, and ended up in the middle of a Muslim funeral procession in that area. Then he drove me down another side street to go into a shop. I knew the deal, so I bought some overpriced tea just to avoid difficulty and so he’d get his kickback, since I was having such a great time.

When I came out of the shop, he was gone, so a bit of an “oh fuck” moment before the men outside signed to me that he was just eating at a street vendor cart on the corner. He brought me back to my driver, and now I am at the hotel (sad that I have to do work to prepare for meetings tomorrow).

Back to how crazy it is here, just a short list of things I have seen:

• People openly living in the streets, bathing in gutter water, fires going at night, etc.
• Dust and construction everywhere. It’s a total chaotic wreck here, mostly because so much is going on, everything being torn down, cobbled together, or built.
• Local news in English. The big news is the federal budget, and all the news can talk about is how it is going to be spent, which development needs will get priority, and how to keep growth from getting out of control. So refreshing not to hear bitter arguments about how it WON’T be spent and what the government WON’T do. It’s as if there’s actual interest in moving forward here, quite a contrast.
• Donkeys, street dogs, and cows. No monkeys yet though.

To Real Being we go back, all that we have and are; to that we return as from that we came. Of what is There we have direct knowledge, not images or even impressions; and to know without image is to be; by our part in true knowledge we are those Beings; we do not need to bring them down into ourselves, for we are There among them. Since not only ourselves but all other things also are those Beings, we all are they; we are they while we are also one with all: therefore we and all things are one.

When we look outside of that on which we depend we ignore our unity; looking outward we see many faces; look inward and all is the one head. If man could but be turned about by his own motion or by the happy pull of Athene- he would see at once God and himself and the All. At first no doubt all will not be seen as one whole, but when we find no stop at which to declare a limit to our being we cease to rule ourselves out from the total of reality; we reach to the All as a unity- and this not by any stepping forward, but by the fact of being and abiding there where the All has its being.

Plotinus, The Enneads, VI, 5

On Valentine’s Day, don’t give chocolates, give an act of kindness!  At the NYPL, our job is to help you better yourself. We hope this also translates into you passing on the goodwill to your friends, family and community members.

So, let’s help reboot Monday as Generosity Day (the brainchild of Sasha Dichter)!   Examples of great things to do on #generosityday:

• Give money to….a street musician, a homeless person, your favorite charity

• Take old clothes from your closet and give them to goodwill

• Leave a $5 tip for a $2 coffee

• Introduce yourself to someone you see every day but have never said hello to

• Bring in lunch for your co-workers

• Give someone a compliment

Have a blast!

via nypl