Manny No Monkey Tree

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I dragged myself to Bikram yoga in Hawaii Kai this morning (with K’s help).  I’m so glad because it was the best Bikram class I’ve taken so far, better even than many of the non-Bikram classes I’ve taken.  The key is the teacher Manny.  He’s very tough but for all the good and right reason.

The class is at Koko Marina Shopping Center and it’s the only studio on the island that uses infrared heat.  I was resistant to going because it’s thirty minutes away and lately I’ve had to summon up a lot of energy to travel just five minutes to the Kailua Studio because sometimes it can feel like a chore.  The Kailua studio is the only Bikram place I’ve ever been to prior to this.  So, in fairness,  my realm of comparison is limited.

To preface what I have to say next I should explain that people sweat buckets when doing Bikram yoga.  It’s the reason people do it.  There’s a standard classroom design for Bikram studios which includes carpeting.  Buckets of sweat, wet carpet, humidity, heat…it’s a recipe for some stinkiness.  With that said,  the basic difference between the two Bikram studios is that Kailua’s  smells like a big foot (as I’ve heard most Bikram places do) and Manny’s studio is clean, peaceful, beautiful and it smells nice–like semi-sweet crayons.  Kailua isn’t awful.  The environment is supportive and I really like class with Kathryn.  I think maybe Manny’s class was just really great.

I figured today since I was going to a new class in a new town with a new teacher, I would use my new stuff including my barely used yoga mat bag:

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I’ve been too embarrassed to actually bring this bag into classrooms because it’s kind of fancy.  So I’ve been leaving it in the trunk of our car.  Today I brought it in with me and it was fine, no one’s eyebrows went up.

Manny started out by talking to four of us that were new to the class in the lobby.  He is very insistent about how you behave in his studio.  He didn’t want us holding any of our stuff while he spoke to us.  And even if you’d done Bikram before he wanted to go over breathing, stance, and doing the asanas with grace.  After a couple of minutes he let us in and class started shortly after.

Like I said, he runs a tight ship.  One of the other new girls kept making little indignant noises every time Manny would say something like  ‘your job is to keep the floor around you dry…etc etc….I don’t care what happens in other studios, this is how it is in this studio’.  I just giggled because I’d heard and read online that Manny, to some people, seems very eccentric but I found him charming.  Another great line:  “please no chatting, it’s not that i don’t care what you have to say, it’s that others don’t”  That made my stomach clench because it was so funny.  The thing is, as I’ve said, his studio is so well kept that it’s a pleasure to be there.  Also, Manny keeps such tight control of the class that it makes you feel like you can relax and just worry about yourself.  It’s very liberating.

Pretty much every Bikram teacher I’ve had before him keeps up this relentless prattle through the 26 poses.  I understand that it’s part  of the style or method of keeping you in the moment but most times it just makes me anxious and distracted.  Manny speaks in a low gentle voice and he shares information (which is why I also like Kathryn at Kailua).  My favorite thing he said today was that Bikram Yoga helps you sleep–not because you end up so physically tired but because it helps you learn to quiet the monkey in the tree.

Brilliance.  I’m sold.

The Day After.

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The day after my birthday was much better than my birthday. Mainly because K was home and off from work.  In the morning Sarah and I went to yoga class at Koa.  I haven’t been to yoga in yeeearrrrrrs. I once was very consistent which brought me alot of  joy.  My former teacher in Manhattan put just as much emphasis on the meditation as the physical practice.  The last class I took with him,  he discussed  how important it was to actively meditate on your presence in the world and not take being alive for granted.

To back track a little, my teacher Dharma was very amazing– in his 60s/70s his body looked like a 30 year old. He was the personification of profundity.  The first time I took his class he told me to go into my handstand ‘with anger’ and for the first time in my life I flipped up into a handstand with no problem.  His energy was just amazing–made you feel like you could do anything.

This is Sri Dharma Mittra:

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Back to the day I took my last class with him: he was trying to illustrate his point about meditating on your presence and he said that some people die suddenly and if they haven’t been mindful of their existence they might not know they died–that they continue to walk the earth living their life and not knowing they’re dead.  I took him very literally and after class I went up to him and asked earnestly  ‘Dharma how do I know I’m not dead?’  He looked at me for a second then answered ‘you have to meditate on it’.  As I’ve said I’m afflicted with intense fear of death so after that I never went back.  After taking class with him longer than any other teacher I just never went back.

At Koa, there’s not as much focus on the spiritual side.  I mean it exists, it’s just not like Dharma.  The teacher Kate was very kind, firm, and intuitive about our capabilities.  The school itself is intimate and comforting.  I am definitely in bad shape.  No doubt.  I’ll go back but I also want to try other schools like Purple or an Iyengar school in Manoa.

Sarah and I had lunch at Aloha Salads and I picked up a copy of Nothing to be Frightened Of by Julian Barnes at Book Ends.  I love talking to Sarah.  We’re quite different but when she describes how she feels about things I recognize something familiar–being an only child is probably part of it.

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In the evening K and I met the Lums, Wayne, Cora, and their friend Diane at Le Bistro for dinner.  I had two glasses of wine and some seared ahi.  My tolerance for alcohol has gone down the tubes.  While I’m in the moment I feel in charge of all my faculties.  But then the next day I remember things I said and I’m kind of befuddled by why I would say various things.  Not like I say anything bad or rude just not anything that I can remember thinking to say.

Dinner was great.  I loved it.  K met Wayne and Cora for the first time and he was charmed by them–particularly by a story of Wayne, his tendency for day dreaming, and a tree.  We also learned that Cora, his wife, was a Hong Kong film star. I feel like a doofus for not having known that before.  We’re looking forward to watching her films.

Wing Tek had a seating plan for dinner and he put Diane next to me who used to be the director of ACV. She was very very nice.  She seems to have a very interesting family story.  I look forward to seeing her again and hearing more about her aunties.

This week Wing Tek is hosting a dinner for Kimiko who’s coming to town.  It’ll be nice to see her.