How Yoga Broke Me Open & Revealed A Beautiful Mess of a Masterpiece. {Adult}

Via on Dec 29, 2013
No. 5, 1948
Jackson Pollock’s No. 5, 1948

They say there’s beauty in chaos.

When some people look at a Jackson Pollock work, they see pandemonium. It might seem like a turbulent, splattered mess of paint. It might even throw off your equilibrium.

Just think what a great ad it would make for a yoga studio:

“Two Weeks Of Unlimited Yoga! Come Untangle Your Hideous Guts For Only $25!”

I find it weirdly comforting, this abstract expression of mental instability, overwhelming fear, sadness and alcoholism (all of which I’ve experienced). It’s a dance with the devil, a sexy mess of paint and emotions run amok and pain (also been there, without the paint). It’s mass hysteria.

There’s honesty there. And the truth can break your heart, more so than a photo of a hot yoga chick posing on a desert rock while the warm wind is giving lift to layers of bedazzled chiffon. Those photos are gorgeous, but I just can’t relate… I’m pretty much never in Visvamitrasana (Flying Warrior) in a pasture, with a majestic sky behind me. At sunrise. Hair flowing, like a river.

It just ain’t that pretty sometimes. 

We all have a dark side. Mine has the song from The Silence Of The Lambs on a loop, the one that plays when Buffalo Bill dresses up, puts makeup on and does a freakish, coquettish dance with his cock tucked in.

The power of yoga can be just as intense and earth shaking, like a nervous breakdown. It comes in like a lion, roaring it’s head off, resistant, over-caffeinated and on the war path toward some Advil and an epsom salt bath after too many Chaturangas.

It’s more than being able to bend down and touch your toes. It’s better than a boatful of chocolate, and it rules the school, like a Pink Lady. It’s cunning, in a good way. It’ll break your neuroses down, kick ‘em around like a hacky sack and it’ll build you back up. And in that vulnerable space in between, that’s when things really start to get interesting.

At first, you’re thinking: why am I so oversensitive lately? What is going on here? I thought yoga was supposed to be funner…can’t I just get high?

Before long: This sucks! Where did I go wrong in life?

And right before the breakthrough: Fuck! I hate doing stuff that’s good for me! How late is that hot dog truck outside open? 

But there’s a method to the madness. Yoga will incessantly nag you and nag you and nag you, until you realize you’re happier, more connected to others and less of a maniacal, self-centered freak. After a lifetime of always being on the outside looking in, I can tell you that before long, if you stick with your practice, something starts to shift.

It can be subtle. Picture yourself on your mat, breathing and sweating your ass off for an hour and half. By the time you’re in Pigeon, you’re bowing your head down toward something you really don’t understand, but you know it’s there, inside and all around. Somewhere, in a place between heaven and earth, there’s a sweet ocean of liquid light moving with you and through you. Beckoned by the moon, that ocean tide rises and falls and tangos with the watery gods. And yoga goes out like a lamb.

The pose is never just a pose, just like it’s not just paint drippings, now is it? There’s always a bigger picture.

Ask anyone who’s taken a Rorschach test, or has been in a deep conversation with my two best friends, both of whom have psychology degrees.

There are those awful parts inside all of us that are probably much better off buried in an unmarked grave, where those fuckers belong. Sometimes it’s just too scary and confrontational to deal with. Cry over it, shake your fist in the air, have a good old-fashioned temper tantrum. And in the end, embrace it. There’s nothing to be afraid of, really. Look up. There’s a spectacular view from that precarious perch where you can let yourself fall apart, and ultimately find yourself.

I remember the words of my teacher: practice no matter what.

Today in class, when we were in Urdhva Dhanurasana, the big daddy of all heart openers, it happened. I came down, and put my hand on the silver bone-shaped dog tag that hangs around my neck, the one engraved on one side with the name Shamus and a phone number on the other. My boxer dog was wearing it a week ago while he was being put to sleep. And I thought about my life.

It was only a moment or two, but in that space, I felt the shift.

In 2006, Jackson Pollock’s No. 5, 1948 sold for $140,000,000. Count the zeros. That makes it the most expensive painting in the world. Damn, it pays to let it all bleed.

It’s almost New Year’s. Let go of regret and all those bad decisions. Be vulnerable, get down and get dirty. Don’t worry, the practice will pick you up and put you back together. There’s real, unshakable love out there. Tell the people in your life how much you love them. Go crazy, run through the sprinklers, laugh like a maniac and be willing to make mistakes, tons of them.

That’s what makes the masterpiece.

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Editor: Bryonie Wise

About Anne Clendening

Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She is a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a gigantic fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now. If you’re not easily offended, her darker thoughts can be read at Dirty Blonde Ink. She’ll be kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband. Be her friend on Facebook if you dig. Peace, Love & Hare Krishna ❤

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16 Responses to “How Yoga Broke Me Open & Revealed A Beautiful Mess of a Masterpiece. {Adult}”

  1. encounterillumination says:

    YES!!! so very wonderful to be alive– experiencing ALL of it

  2. Keith Artisan Keith says:

    Fantastic read ; authentic and direct. It's good to see wisdom that relates to the reality of life, instead of the white-light BS that the new age community considers 'spiritual.'. Thank you.

  3. Shayna says:

    Thank you. Life is messy, at times complicated, and downright frustrating. But I continue to practice yoga because of the “Sweet ocean of liquid light” that you speak of. It’s true and there is very little in life that can compare to it. It’s why I return to the mat everyday. I feel most alive in that moment.

  4. Lavanna says:

    I was just going to say all of that…!

  5. Tessa says:

    Amazing, brutal, poignant!

  6. Lalana says:

    My dog passed last night and this hit me:)

    • Anne Clendening Little Orphan says:

      Lalana I'm so sorry. It's the worst thing in the world. I hope you're OK, but if you're like me, you're probably be up and down. Much peace & light to you and your dog!!

  7. Joe Sparks says:

    Notice right now what you think you are like right now. Have you always felt or acted like you are feeling or acting right now? No? Even at times in the past when you have been feeling badly or uncomfortable physically or emotionally or mentally, you were always all right.The negative feelings that you were feeling at "bad" times in the past were not your fault. You were always all right even when you were feeling that you were not all right. You are still completely all right.

  8. Anne Clendening Little Orphan says:

    So true!

  9. Wonderful. says:

    Please do the world a favor and write a book. I'll be the first in line to buy it. Loving your writing, chick.

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