Saving the innocent with a yogic tactic
Inner and outer strength
Lately, I find myself craving for the innocence that once lived inside of me. The days of old when politics did not affect my mood and issues of race, terror, and security were not part of daily conversation. I often strategise about how I will parent and guide my children through these new times. How can I assist them in developing their own emotional intelligence that they need to navigate this new space? How can I help protect their innocence from the danger, guilt, and negative energy that build fear and insecurity?
Last night, as I put my daughter to bed, just nights before she heads off to overnight camp, she began to openly describe her fears and insecurities. Albeit, hers very different than mine; she questioned what to do in this environment without the immediate help of her parents. As the excitement has been building for a few weeks, her worry, too, was rapidly increasing.
As she decided to turn herself in early for the night, excuse herself from the extended family fun of late night snack creations, (Sam Friendly, of course), rug hooking, and the home-grown gymnastics course made over couches, under chairs, and around dogs… she was labeled “lame”. In the safety of her own home, with her own people around her, she was judged, perhaps guilted, and shamed with negativity. And so, it begins…
Her concerns, all age-appropriate, needed to be heard. But, as she talked more and more, I realised she needed more than just validation. She needed a set of tools for herself. A complete toolbox, not one filled with fun camp stickers and gum, but one to help pave her way to protect and maintain her innocence. She was the one wanting to safeguard her purity with the ability to participate in the fun.
She needed a set of tools for herself. A complete toolbox, not one filled with fun camp stickers and gum, but one to help pave her way to protect and maintain her innocence.
I decided to take her downstairs into my studio. I know for me, sometimes a little late-night yoga is just what I need to shift my energy and help me think less and, somehow, know more. So down we went and inverted our bodies into shapes of pure vulnerability. Supta Baddha Konasana was the prescription I had in mind. Reclining bound angle pose on my Kurunta rope wall would allow some of the emotional fear to release from her hips, with a transformed blood flow assisting with calming the voices that resonated negativity for her.
Finally, we chanted and created a new mantra together. I explained that regardless of what she was called or how she was made to feel by others, the only voice she needed to focus on was hers. And if her voice screamed danger, it was her obligation to tell an authoritative figure about how SHE felt. And if her inner self felt fear, guilt, or general negativity, it was her right and commitment to self, to be heard. Our voices are meant to be heard and considered.
Our new mantra is the message we are going to share with each other in our letters this summer, giving each other the strength to carry out her innocence and protect her needs for the balance between fun and her own personal ethics. Change your body chemistry, prepare words and mantras to live by, and be yourself. The earlier in life we can authentically adopt these principles, the world will become an easier place to find refuge. Namaste