The halo effect of yoga. ~ Christine Shaefer

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on Sep 6, 2011
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 Originally published by our elephriends over at Recovering Yogi on August 29, 2011. 


The halo effect of yoga

By Christine Shaefer

Thirteen years ago I fell blissfully in love with something other than my husband and new baby.

The au courant thing in my life was a no-strings-attached union, one that was just for me, so of course at the time I devoured our stolen moments together — not just for the sake of my lifted postpartum hind quarters, but also because I was donning a shiny new Yoga Halo given to me by my vinyasa yoga practice.

I have always been a surly gal. I am swift with a quip or an all out jab, just for shits and giggles, but never to intentionally harm (unless I was pissed off first, and frankly, if so, that is what ya get sucker). However, something curious happened on my way to enlightenment. For some reason, about six months into my yoga practice, I became mellower. The little things that would fry my backside didn’t seem to sting quite as much. No longer was I popping off in traffic or making faces at the grouchy customer in front of me at Starbucks. My friends were aghast; my sister was appalled, and told me, and I quote, “Whoever you are, please tell Christine to come back from Planet Earth Mother, because we miss her.”

Was it dewy Mom bliss, or was I wearing a happy hat? Why was I soooo okay with just about everything these days? I agree that we all mellow with age; however, this was a more sudden effect: the halo effect of sucking down too much Shakti as I grasped for something that would set me apart from my wham, bam role as a wife and mom (both of which I loved — but this is a role that many times makes women beg the “Who am I?” question, rather than just enjoying the ride.)

Upon further reflection (and after I blew out my hip for the fourth time, thank you very much relaxin), I came to realize that my yoga halo could use a little tarnishing.

Like many other areas of my life, I was under the foolish belief that I had to do yoga perfectly, even if that meant losing my edge and adopting a laissez faire flow outside of the sultry bamboo walls of class.

For a while longer, my vinyasa-through-life worked… until one day when it didn’t anymore. I can clearly remember my tipping point. It was when one teacher called herself “a conduit of light to clear the negative energy from your chakras.” At that point, I thought: “Hold up! I am just fine, as I am, right now, in this moment.” Also, can a mama get her workout on without all of the added jargon? Can one both be a yogi and enjoy sarcasm? Why does this all have to be so deep and so serious? Should being a yogi make one numb to the human moments that we all have?

After this moment, I knew that I could be both a yogi and be true to myself. After a few more moments, I knew that it is okay for me to be irritated by Cape Cod traffic with a screaming baby in the car, or that it is more than fine to poke fun at life’s little bothers. While we are at it might I add that it is fucking A AWESOME to make fun of people who suck? Because in this surly yogi’s opinion all of the above is soul food!

That evening I chuckled the entire Savasana, both at myself for thinking that a simple thing like yoga could turn a mouthy East Coast girl like me in to a twirling Pollyanna, as well as at someone who would ever be ridiculous enough to call themselves a ‘conduit’ of anything.

About Christine Caira Schaefer

Christine Caira Schaefer is a happy wife and mom who lives in the suburban Boston area. When she isn’t chasing her pre-teen kids around, writing for her blog, cutting her clients’ hair, or trying her damndest to get into the clinical rotations that ALL nursing school candidates need, she enjoys working out, volunteering at her kids school, and decorating her home. While she doesn’t feel insane enough for a 7-day-a-week hot yoga practice, she arguably sees why it could be easier to check out and hit the mat while allowing her husband to man her tribe. More about Christine.



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20 Responses to “The halo effect of yoga. ~ Christine Shaefer”

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  2. notarecoveringyogi says:

    Why are recovering yogis even writing for this site? Please recover elsewhere so we can enjoy our practices.

    • chrissymom says:

      Hysterical…sounds like ya might need to recover from the crAnkies if the opinions of others effect your practice 🙂

    • chrissymom says:

      Of course you should enjoy your practice! I love mine, and I love Yoga….I just don't love going in to a class to relax and connect to my body and my spirit to be told from the conduit of light that I need a Chakrah cleanse….because then I lose focus as I wonder about the teacher being like one of the Merry Maids of the 8 fold path…and then I laugh…look it isn't easy to get out and steal 90 minutes to myself. Attending a yoga class is a treat for me so I want to enjoy it, free from the barrage of what I view as weirdness….

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    Recovering yogi=keeping it real.

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    Thanks so much <3

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  8. I am a yogi who lives in the world. My practice on the mat has taught me to be flexible in the body, mind and spirit. It is a practice, not a perfect. If we were all perfect, we couldn’t call it a yoga practice, could we? Thanks for the fun read…I also cuss and swear–I broke one day after an incident with a relative–and have not turned back…I am trying to reign it in again. I am all for the spiritual aspects of the practice. They have helped me become a better person, but I have also learned that it is a never-ending process and that just because I drop an F-bomb or two, or snark now and again, it doesn’t make me a bad yogi.

    Anyone ever attend a Bryan Kest workshop? So fun!

    • chrissymom says:

      Good for you Janet!
      I would love to check Bryan out! He does sound like fun…and you nailed it! It is a practice..because what is perfect anyway? Life is supposed to be fun, right? Sometimes Fbombs are fun! Thanks so much for reading!

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