I was in Chicago on business in November 2018, three weeks after the independent investigation was launched, and so I registered for Manouso’s workshop which was being held at the studio owned by the IYNAUS president. I don’t know the yoga community in Chicago so I kept to myself. I was aware of a devoted student of Manouso’s, who has an amazing practice and a lot of followers on instagram. She regularly hashtagged Manouso in her posts. She had brought with her to the workshop her young female student who had, as best as I could tell, a steel cage around her spine and was in chronic pain. During a break as I was waiting in line to get a drink of water, I heard the young girl practically beg Manouso to adjust her. She promised that she would never accuse him of anything, and he said, ” and what about 5 years from now?”
The weird thing about this workshop was that the president of IYNAUS approached the instagram teacher. He sat down very close to her and began what looked like an intense conversation. I was sitting nearby and overheard him asking her to write another letter to the independent investigator explaining adjustments. Eventually, I came to know this teacher and she verified that the IYNAUS president did ask her to write a letter and that letter was used against Manouso instead of for him. She felt utterly used and manipulated. She continues to be bullied on social media by the accuser (Crystal Dildo Girl) who used to have a key to Manouso’s studio until he took it away. Instagram girl hasn’t hashtagged Manouso in over a year.
The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
Maybe it’s just coincidence that IYNAUS selected an independent investigator recommended by Yoga Alliance and then joined forces with Yoga Alliance a year later. Maybe it’s coincidence that YP (Yoga Pundit) and the head of the Yoga Police are both involved with Yoga Alliance, and maybe it’s just a coincidence that Manouso was deadset against Iyengar Yoga joining forces with Yoga Alliance because he understood the genesis of Yoga Alliance. He understood that YA 200 hour certificate and Iyengar Yoga Junior 1 are not the same.
IYNAUS hired the independent investigator recommended by Yoga Alliance who had no knowledge of yoga of any kind and certainly no earthly idea about hands-on adjustments. The investigator, an African American female, was tasked with not only gathering evidence but evaluating that evidence and serving as the judge, jury, prosecutor, and the executioner. It’s worthy to note that I was in the class where the alleged assault took place. In fact, I and several of my friends, who were also in that class are sure that the pose the accuser was allegedly groped in, wasn’t taught that day. Of course it’s difficult to remember what was taught five years ago, but we all had notebooks with our notes from that class. In my case, I took off work to get to that class because I knew Manouso could help me find relief from an injury I had been dealing with. The studio where he taught that weekend was small maybe 850 square feet and the 50 or so students were in close proximity to each other. Manouso has a commanding presence so, as always, all eyes and ears were on him as he instructed. He’s not exactly light on his feet either, so you know when he is approaching. I know I watch him like a hawk and know where he is at all times because I want to see what he is doing and how he is adjusting students so I can learn. Other teachers have confirmed that they watch him as intently as I do. It is impossible to believe that he stared at a woman’s chest while he was demonstrating a pose without being noticed by me or anyone else in the class. There were many other points in the original complaint that did not ring true to me, which I suppose was the case with the Ethics Committee too, but that isn’t the point of today’s blog. I do think his accuser thinks she was groped, and I think Manouso did not grope her. Two opposing things CAN be true at the same time. I have room for both those thoughts in my brain.
Manouso is the first to say he isn’t the teacher for everybody. His straightforward manner, his ability to cut through the shit and mirror back to people what they don’t want to see, offends people. I think he is a major empath and others say he is a major asshole. Who is right? Manouso has taught nearly half a million people over the past 30 years. He hired the best lawyers he could find and they told him there was no way he could prove his innocence against anonymous complaints over thirty years. So Manouso resigned, but IYNAUS wouldn’t accept his resignation and carried on the investigation with what seemed to be a gleeful vengeance.
Social Media went Wild.
Manouso was being compared to Bill Cosby and Harvey Weinstein.
The sloppy and impossible-to-decipher report was published as a downloadable PDF on IYNAUS website. Of course IYNAUS posted it on facebook too, so it could be shared over and over again. The investigator recommended by Yoga Alliance found that there was a pattern of sexual touching. I will summarize the five substantiated complaints below. For some reason the man providing information was included, too.
The original complaint- Manouso stared at her breasts while he was demonstrating shoulderstand and he caressed her breast while adjusting her in ganda bherundasana. The complaintwas brought in 2018; the class was in 2013.
The woman who Manouso caught stealing from him and had previously accused two other male yoga teachers said he had touched her genitals with his toe while adjusting her in supta padangustasana. She maintained that her boyfriend witnessed this adjustment. Her boyfriend was never interviewed by the investigator and adamantly denies it ever happened.
A woman said Manouso stuck his finger in her anus through yoga tights in Prasarita Padottanasana
A woman complained of common pelvic tilting adjustment in uttanasana where the hand moves from the tailbone to the pubis
Woman complaining of a common slapping adjustment in ardha chandrasana
Man who wasn’t complaining only providing information
I was interviewed and my own testimony is unrecognizable to me in the report. I was stunned. I asked for clarification and was denied by the investigator and the president of IYNAUS. It shocked me to my core to know that my testimony was being used to incriminate a man I believe has given his life to help others. To make matters worse, I was being attacked on social media and at my place of work for supporting Manouso. I noticed others were being threatened too. And so, I write this blog anonymously because there is no hate like yoga hate and the truth is getting buried by a handful of people perpetuating a one-sided narrative. I know that people are reading this, and I know they see some truth. Thank you. I think it’s only a matter of time before I get attacked (again).
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet- Whose hands can strike with such abandon-That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living- Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness-That the haughty neck is happy to bow- And the proud back is glad to bend-Out of such chaos, of such contradiction We learn that we are neither devils nor divines.
–Excerpt from Maya Angelou’s A Brave and Startling Truth
If you saw Manouso on the street you would never guess in a million years that he is a gifted yoga teacher. He’s almost always dressed in a white polo, the same dad sweater like Fred McMurray in My Three Sons, blue slacks, and non-descript black shoes that tie not slip on. These days he looks more and more like a grandpa because he is one. He is a husband, father, and grandfather and often his grandchildren will run into class seeking a hug from their grandfather which he doles out generously. His wife Rita often is in the front of class and Manouso will often show his affection for her in sweet and surprising ways considering he takes yoga teaching seriously. Manouso wears the exact same thing every time he teaches: the white polo and blue bloomers. He wears the same thing so it doesn’t detract from his teaching. He grew up in Akron, Ohio and he sounds like it. His dad was a hard-working Greek immigrant and a raging alchoholic. His mom was died when he was 13 and was ill for years before her death. His childhood sucked. From a young age he worked with his dad at his dad’s corner store and helped deliver donuts. He often spoke for his dad because of his dad’s accent and limited use of the English language. Manouso had a gift for remembering all the donut orders and where they were to be delivered and so his dad depended on him. He is Greek and was surrounded by a Greek community in Akron. He has two older brothers and a younger sister who died of cancer several years ago. He has revealed in class that he was sexually molested when he was young.
He graduated from Ohio state on an academic scholarship. He says he reinvented himself in college once he was away from his dad, but he inherited his dad’s work ethic. He is a self-proclaimed terrible sleeper and often describes himself as “Aspbergery”.
After graduating university, Manouso and his Greek buddies moved to California to open a Philly Steak restaurant. His girlfriend Rita, who later became his wife, went with him to California. He and Rita ran in the same circles at Ohio State. Once they got to California, Manouso realized there were too many cooks in the kitchen so he walked away from the venture and took on a series of jobs to make ends meet. He struggled with back pain since he was a teen, and eventually found his way to a copy of Light on Yoga. He started reading the book and practicing the poses and found some relief from the back pain he had struggled with for years. He practiced out of the book for a couple of years and learned that the guy who wrote the book- BKS Iyengar- who he presumed was dead because of the old looking pictures in the book, was coming to the Bay Area. The year was 1976. If you know Manouso, you would not be surprised to learn that he found a way into that sold-out workshop and he found his way to speak with BKS Iyengar. He asked Iyengar about his back pain and Iyengar told him to come to India. A few months later, Manouso and Rita put all their stuff in storage and traveled to India to find Iyengar. Who knows what makes a great teacher but in Manouso’s case I think it is a combination of his elephant like memory and ability to make connections, his work ethic, his tenaciousness, his lack of self-consciousness, and the pain and loss he suffered as a child. He took to Iyengar yoga with burning zeal and it did not take BKS Iyengar very long to recognize that Manouso was a devoted and quick student. The two formed a very close bond and Manouso saw Iyengar as the father figure he never had. And, Iyengar trusted Manouso like his own son, if not more.
Manouso’s classes inspire.
If you are wondering what it was like to study with BKS Iyengar, Manouso is about as close as you will get now that Geeta is gone. Birjoo Mehta is also very capable. Manouso’s classes are challenging on a level I have never experienced with any other teacher, and I have studied with many. It is not uncommon for many in the class to think the class was specifically tailored for them. He’s that in control of his gift. He leads by example and he is consistent in his messaging of taking care of each other and the environment. I have seem him countless times quietly go behind someone who has forgotten to turn out the light and do it for them. He doesn’t make a big deal about it he just does it. I have witnessed him over and over again put himself in great physical pain in order to alleviate the pain of a student. He just does it because it is the right thing to do. He doesn’t try to impress with his knowledge of chanting the yoga sutras rather he teaches yoga from his own experience and what he learned from BKS Iyengar. Every class is a sort of tribute to BKS Iyengar.
He is charasmatic with a strong personality. I’ve often heard him say, “I’m Greek! I’m loud!” His voice is loud, his instructions clear and concise. He speaks clearly and truthfully. This can soothe, surprise, frighten or offend people, but, with out exception, Manouso will speak truthfully. He is compassionate and patient. He can exhibit anger, but those moments come only occasionally, typically when as student has to be asked several times to do something or to pay attention. He has no tolerance for students who put themselves or others in danger or are incondsiderate to others. On many occasions, I have seen him defuse an uncomfortable situation calling out people for behaving inconsiderately. It’s a relief to all when he calls someone on their shit, especially the person who he calls out, if they are lucky enough to realize it. In today’s world, most people just get offended instead of thinking that they might actually be doing something that warrants reflection. When you are in a class with Manouso every thing else recedes and it’s just you and that voice- that abrasive-midwestern-Greek- scratchy-loud voice. It gets into your bones.
The Ethics Committee who handled the orginal compaint against Manouso was comprised of four capable and intelligent women. The chair of the Ethics Committe has a Ph.D in Forensics and is a consummate professional. After watching the vitriolic scourge of incorrect and inflammatory assertions about Manouso on social media, I was relieved when the Ethics Committee could not substantiate the accusations of sexual assault. The complainant filed a police report and no legal charges were brought. The police called to hear the evidence and did not proceed to file charges.
So the complainant who in her original complaint threatened to bring her case to the media, filed an appeal saying she didn’t get fair treatment by the Ethics Committee because a student of Manouso’s was on the committee, but as I mentioned in a previous post, she had been informed by the very student she called into question. The appeal happened in September of 2018. The president of IYNAUS, a white male, wrote a letter to the 5000 members of IYNAUS asking for feedback about the situation. He included his email address in the email blast. The email blast refuted point by point all the assertions made about IYNAUS in the the biased radio report. On October 1, 2018, a gaggle of Manouso’s enemies, including the hefty Australian therapeutics teacher mentioned in an earlier post and a couple of token professors in Sanskrit and Religious Studies, wrote a righteous letter to IYNAUS Board President and the Board which pretty much set the stage for IYNAUS to launch and independent investigation, which they did by the end of October. IYNAUS members were inundated with communications from IYNAUS using the creepy letterhead at the top of my post. It seemed like we were receiving weekly emails from IYNAUS asking for more complaints about Manouso. Each email blast was broadcast on social media where it was shared over and over again by the yoga pundits. The independent investigation called for anonymous complaints about Manouso over a period of 30 years.
Social media went wild.
I was appalled by the vicious and violent comments made by yoga practictioners on social media. I was shocked to see senior teachers and IYNAUS board members perpetuating and escalating the conversations. I was really baffled by one extremely vocal person on social media because I knew her to be a devoted student of Manouso’s. In fact, for the longest time, I thought she was a teacher at his studio because she would hang out there like it was her living room. She would take money, empty garbage, help herself to the lost and found and many other freedoms. I did not understand why she had turned on Manouso. I later found out that she had been caught stealing from Manouso and she posted pictures of Manouso teaching on facebook without his consent and so he took away her studio key. Through yoga he had helped her overcome an addiction and he allowed her to hang out at his studio and sub classes to help her recovery process so she wouldn’t turn back to the drugs. I also found out that she had made complainst against two other male yoga teachers before the one with Manouso stuck. More about this part of the saga later….
By January 2019 all four women on the Ethics Committee resigned because of the unethical behavior of a small group of IYNAUS Board members. The Chair of the Ethics Committee made these points in her widely distributed resignation letter:
“Regret- that the Ethics Committee is marginalized and the Ethics chair and/or the entire committee appears to be foreced to step down because of its attempts to prevent potentially unethical and illegal actions i.e., handing over past confidential files to IYNAUS current and future presidents. Despite our efforts, there have been no attempts to assuage our concerns about potential illegal or ethical violations of confidentiality breach. The Board, in October 2018, voted for this agenda but it does not free us from legal and ethical ramifications. No rationale has been given to justify this breach of trust and confidentiality.”
Regret- that the silent majority appears to be enabling unethical practices of a small segment of this board. There seem to be no checks on the abuse of this power. The letter from the Iyengars and the letter ‘from the board’ to the Iyengars without input or knowledge of the board memers have not raised anyone’s concerns…
…There is nothing democratic about the decision making process because the decisions are being made by a small group without input or knowledge of the entire board…
…Finally, it is a relief to not have to defend anymore against false accusations by a few or to bang my head against a wall with silent passersby or to engage in unethical practices as forced by a majority vote by this board in its recent meeting.
I thought it strange that many of the IYNAUS presidents have been white males though Iyengar yoga is predominately female.
Over the years, I have noticed in increase in the high-mindedness of yoga practictioners, especially in the Iyengar yoga community, which already feels superior to other yoga systems. I blame social media. Previously, there was no avenue for yoga practitioners to post perfect asana pictures captioned with a morally superior statement. It’s possible that the caption relates to something which they aspire, but it doesn’t always come off like that. It’s offputting and imposing, and and what’s worse- it creates separation. Paradoxically, yoga means union. What brought me to yoga all those years ago was the feeling of inter-connectedness with the universe. It was that feeling of total absorption that enticed me to practice.
So when the allegations against Manouso hit the airwaves thanks to a biased report from a bay area radio station, the Iyengar Yoga facebook groups had a cyber field day. Any support for Manouso was attacked with a viciousness incongruous to the sattvic image of yoga. It was strange and disturbing. I noticed the situation attracted loud voices into the fray that were outside the Iyengar yoga community. The groups vibrated with moral rightousness and hyprocrisy. One example was one gray-haired guy outside of the Iyengar system insisting that Manouso was a sexual predator on the Iyengar yogi site, and conversely defending Pathabi Jois’s innocence on another site. In one instance, a woman defending Manouso had her entire post torn apart line by line by my favorite charlatan Yoga Pundit. Yoga Pundit is the author of this line:
“The hermeneutic flow from de-familiarization to open-source and demystification tends to have an embodying effect.”
Yoga Pundit has many other gems equally incomprehensible. Yoga Pundit has 5000 women followers looking to him to keep them safe from spiritual bypassing and somatic dominance. By all accounts somatic dominance is a term YP made up. What’s interesting is that some of the other Yoga Police are picking it up like it’s a medical diagnosis. Both Yoga Police and Yoga Pundit have the YP acronym so don’t get confused. I will always spell out Yoga police! Yoga Pundit will be abbreviated due to lack of importance. Interestingly, YP is part of the Yoga Police!!!
Here’s one of my favorite posts on YP’s facebook from a long time Iyengar yoga teacher and practitioner.
“Yoga Pundit, please know that the Iyengar community is reading closely what you write…Please coach us where you see appropriate. Please hold us accountable…”
The Iyengar Yoga police were starting to close ranks around the Iyengar Yoga community. I must be careful with my posts because I am afraid the Iyengar Yoga Police will come after me!
I love Geeta Iyengar so much. The first time I went to India to study at RIMYI (Ramamani Iyengar Memorial Institute) Geeta was not well and was not teaching. BKS Iyengar was not well either but would show up at the practice hall. I had waited a long time to go to India to study with the Iyengar family. It was a big deal for me. I had to take a month of work (no pay for two of those weeks) and had to find care for my daughter who was in elementary school at the time. It was this first trip to India that I realized the Iyengar family reminded me of the Beverly Hillbillies, but I would not dare say that aloud. Most of my classes for the month were with Prashant Iyengar, and after about a week and a half, I stopped going to class with him. I hated it. He talked incessantly, and when he stumbled onto a clever turn of phrase, he would repeat it endlessly with a proud smirk. He would put us in triangle pose on one side for 3 minutes and the second side for twenty seconds, if he remembered to do the second side at all. If we didn’t move to get the props fast enough, he would fly into a rage and scream at us with a contorted face. I kept thinking maybe I wasn’t smart enough or experienced enough to comprehend the complexity of what he was teaching, so I would listen harder and try more. Then I realized, whatever he was teaching, I wasn’t learning. Meanwhile, Abhijata Iyengar would petulantly march around the practice hall talking on her cell phone and ordering the Indian staff around. Occasionally she would give a disdainful look at a middle- age female practitioner which was (and still is) about 95% of the Iyengar yoga demographic. Scolding seemed to be her skill. I couldn’t shake the feeling that that I had been had. I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling of disappointment.
It was a long fucking month. I kept wondering why I spent all this energy and money on this trip to India when I had the best teacher in the world in San Francisco–Manouso Manos, but then came along the first Yoganushsanam. Yoganushasanam is a sacred cash cow for the Iyengar family. The event allows for 2000 practitioners from around the world to come to Pune India to study with the Iyengar family via jumbotron. This event welcomed all levels of practitioners and didn’t require a letter of recommendation from a mentor which is something RIMYI requires. I jumped at the opportunity, because I wanted to give the Iyengars another chance, and I had never studied with Geeta. Also, it was only 10 days so I didn’t have to find a month of care for my daughter. Geeta’s teaching was exquisite. She was demanding and profound. Her instructions were clear and concise, and she didn’t mince words. It was no surprise to me that when IYNAUS decided to open an independent investigation in response to the appeal to the ethics complaint against Manouso Manos, Geeta reacted like this, “Maybe you have taken this decision out of nervousness because of the havoc being created in the social media. Even though we don’t want to be judgmental it also seems like there is an animosity that is driving all this. You cannot assume that an individual is guilty and go all out to prove that. Yoga teachers and Iyengar yoga Associations should act with more responsibility.” A month later she she was dead.
My Iyengar yoga practice changed a lot in the year 2019. The shift came when in 2018 a student a longtime student of Manouso’s filed a sexual assault complaint against him for an adjustment in a public class in 2013. Initially the accuser opted for anonymity , then violated a confidentiality agreement with the Ethics Committee and brought her case directly to the press. This unleashed a hate-filled onslaught of attacks and commentary, and as been the case so often on social media, it created a a situation in which the person being attacked, Manouso in this case, had no opportunity to defend himself. Two pseudo yoga pundits, outside the Iyengar yoga system but with thousands of followers and an ax to grind with Iyengar yoga, added their voices to the fray. When the four capable women on the Ethics Committee determined that there was not enough evidence to substantiate the claim, all hell broke loose on social media. The complainant filed an appeal citing that a student of Manouso’s was on the ethics committee. I found out later that she had, in fact, been told that Manouso’s student was on the ethics committee. In fact, she had been told by the very person she called into question. These two had formed a quasi-friendship during Manouso’s three year therapeutics program. In any case, the complainant filed an appeal citing that she didn’t get fair treatment because Manouso’s student was on the ethics committee, even though she had known that at the start. The crowd went wild on social media– I saw IYNAUS board members liking her Facebook posts as well as other well-known teachers in Iyengar yoga such as a stocky Australian therapeutics teacher whose main competition is Manouso, and a Sanskrit scholar who makes bank teaching at Iyengar yoga workshops, not to mention the current president of IYNAUS! I thought it might have been more appropriate for these high ranking teachers to maintain a neutral stance, but there they were giving the big thumbs up from the comfort of their homes. The one that really got me was the senior teacher who has youtube videos of her half-naked self doing yoga poses. She claimed she was offended by the sight of Manouso’s buttock in a legitimate yoga demonstration. PARADOX! The expression there is no hate like yoga hate was becoming a reality.
Eventually after teaching for a few years, I decided to pursue Iyengar Yoga certification more seriously. The studio owner decided she wanted to change the name of her studio and wanted to use the Iyengar name. In order to do that all teachers must be certified and no other styles of yoga can be taught, so the vinyasa, bhakti and pilates classes were invited to leave. I can’t say I have ever enjoyed a yoga teacher training and I have done many, but I can say unequivocally that Manouso Manos showed the most patience and compassion in teacher training. Yoga is an art, and the artisty really can’t really be taught. Sure, you can spit out the instructions in a methodical and robotic way, as was pushed in Iyengar yoga teacher trainings, but I think teachers should inspire. I found tremendous inconsistencies from one teacher training to the next and usually it was all about semantics. One teacher might insist that I say press your feet into the floor in tadasana while another teacher would tell me that that instruction was non-sensical. Often I left Iyengar yoga teacher trainings feeling confused, uninspired and unsure of myself.
It’s a strange dichotomy to practice and teach yoga while simultaneously over analyzing ever word and action. You can’t be free and rigid at the same time.
Manouso always says, “You can’t change and stay the same at the same time.” I think he might have been keenly aware of some of the paradoxes between the art of yoga and the business of yoga.
Today BKS Iyengar would be 101 years old. He died 5 years ago at 96, and so much has changed since then. Like, for example, Iyengar Yoga joined forces with Yoga Alliance just this week. This is a shock to many of us and certainly a slap to BKS and Geeta Iyengar because Yoga Alliance was formed in the 90’s to get some kind of control over quickie certification programs. Back when Yoga Alliance was formed, an Iyengar Yoga student had to be a student of Iyengar yoga for 6 years to become eligible for Iyengar Yoga teaching certification. There was no quickie path to becoming an Iyengar Yoga teacher. BKS Iyengar referred to what he was doing as “yoga”. He didn’t name it after himself, the name developed over time because what he was doing was so unique in its artistry and precision. He wrote the book “Light on Yoga” which is the bible for yoga instructors of all kinds all over the world. It was published in 1966 and continues to be relevant today. I have at least 5 copies. So now in this month of Iyengar’s birthday and his daughter Geeta’s year anniversary of death, IYNAUS (Iyengar Yoga National Association of United States) has given up the power of Iyengar Yoga to Yoga Alliance. I can’t help but think that Geeta and BKS Iyengar would be turning over in their graves if they had been buried instead of burned.
I was an eager and devoted student in my early days of Iyengar yoga. Maybe too eager.
The owner of the yoga studio was sponsoring a senior Iyengar yoga teacher’s workshop at the studio. I had been doing Iyengar yoga less than a year at that point, but the requirements for the workshop stipulated at least 6 months experience with Iyengar yoga, and I had nearly double that. I had no idea what to expect, but I was excited to attend. The teacher was a very tall and boyish looking woman. She seemed to talk with a slight accent which I coudn’t place until she revealed that she had been in India so many times that she developed an accent. It felt affected to me. She put us through our paces, and I was struggling to keep up. I didn’t know many poses by their Sanskrit names so I had to look around the room if she didn’t demo the pose. Then it came: Uttanasan (intensve forward fold). I knew that name because I hated the pose due to it’s difficulty for me. I struggled because of tight hamstrings, and the tall teacher saw me struggle. She called me to the center of the room to do the pose for all the participants to see. I did the pose and then she asked “What is wrong with this pose?” There was a frenzy of comments. The comments just kept coming. I felt a flush of shame wash over me-and said, “I am a beginner. Please don’t pick on me!” For the rest of the class, she had me go to the corner and work on uttanasana. I felt humiliated. If I tried to join the class she said, “You go work on uttansana.” That night I took 4 ibuprofen before bed. I really hated this teacher. She didn’t inspire; she humiliated.
I showed up the next day for a couple of reasons: 1) I had already paid and 2) I wanted to give her a second chance. My hamstrings were screaming. Before class started she looked at me and said, “Go work on your uttanasana.” she gestured to the corner where I had been stationed the day before. Eventually, she invited me to join the class. She had us find a partner, and everyone sought someone they knew. I was just standing there when the oldest woman in the room appeared out of nowhere and introduced herself and asked to be my partner. I felt like crying. I knew this woman to be certified at the hightest level in our town. I was inspired by her grace and kindness. She saw how I was feeling and she shared my humanity. This was right action.
I finished the 3-day workshop and hated the teacher even more by the end. I swore I would never study with her ever, though she came back to our studio year after year. There was pressure from the studio owner to attend workshops by senior teachers when they came through so eventually years later, I attended another workshop. The tall teacher didn’t remember me, but I felt slightly redeemed from my humiliating first experience when she complimented my parsvottanasna (intense side stretch).
Years later the tall teacher started teaching workshops with her husband so I decided to check it out because it had been years since I attended her workshop. As much as I disliked her, I really hated him. He never stopped talking. I remember thinking he was like a shark only he had to keep talking to stay alive.
One morning as I was seated for the chant, one of our students, who happens to be a priest, entered moments before class was to start and all the blankets were being used so he didn’t have one for his seat for the chant. I was sitting on three blankets for my stiff hips, and I offered one to him. The tall teacher’s husband didn’t witness this, but his eyes focused on me. He look directly at me and asked, “What is your name?” I told him. He then spoke for about 15 minutes using my first name over and over again about how I was doing violence to myself because my knees were higher than my hips. All heads turned to look at me, because I was in the back of the room and everyone wanted to see who he was yelling at. I had never heard my first name used so much in a yoga class. I didn’t flush with shame but I did flush with anger. By the end of the workshop I had bruises on my arms where he had violently adjust my arms in dwi pada viparitta dandasana (two legged inverted staff pose). I never ever studied with them again. I felt he was a very dangerous and abusive yoga teacher and she was not much better.