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Winter Solstice

The morning after I wrote this post, I woke up at 4:27 — three minutes before Sadhana was to start — with a terrible cough that’s clung to me for two days now. I fell back into my pillows and slept until 7:00 a.m.

This morning, same thing. I’ve been coughing violently all day, trying to hold it together through this Solstice Eve, hoping I have the strength to return for the final two days of Sadhana tomorrow.

Illness and exhaustion have happened to several of us doing this Sadhana. Vera, the studio owner and yoga teacher, said it happens often that participants have similar personal experiences during the seven or forty days of Sadhana, as if a like energy draws the group together, or pervades it, generating the particular experiences they need as a collective.

A Sadhana done as Sagittarius is waning and Capricorn begins to take hold — as the Winter Sun stands still in its path — would naturally, then, bring people who seek spiritual truth in preparation for personal growth. The stillness of Solstice reflects the deepest part of this process, the final letting-go of old attachments, old habits, old assumptions. It is the act of succumbing to the darkest hour just before the long, slow ascent into light. The Sun, standing still for three days, asks us to stand in place, to be quietly where we are, to feel Will, Spirit and Energy shift around us, shift inside of us.

But before the Spirit can move through, the body needs clearing. Illness, though unpleasant, is our way of getting rid of what we don’t need. Not unlike feng shui, illness clears sick or unbalanced energy from the space of the body. It washes our internal pathways clean of debris so energies of a higher order may travel well and smoothly through us.

We might well ask ourselves what the body is trying to clear: If it’s nausea, have you allowed yourself to swallow something that you can’t digest — a belief, a habit, a way of being? If it’s coughing, have you allowed your authentic voice to be swallowed? If it’s an achy back, in what way might you need to strengthen your spine — literally or figuratively? What is the body trying to expel, and how, and what do those things tell you?

As I write, I am hearing my two-year-old son cry in his father’s arms as he tries to let go of the day, to fall into sleep. He, too, is trying to reach a new truth, a new understanding of who he is without the constant doting of his mom, without nursing, without the comforting helplessness of infancy to curl up in. He is afraid — as the ancients were afraid, at Winter Solstice, that the Sun would disappear completely — that nothing as good as babyhood will come to fill his cup. He tries to cling to the old times, to the summer Sun, all the while knowing that he must let go.

He’s had this cough, too. Maybe as I creep out of the house at 4:20 each morning, he, too, is doing his own Sadhana in the instinctive way of the toddler.

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Sadhana

This morning marked the third day of a week-long Sadhana at my beloved local yoga studio.

Sadhana is a spiritual practice that entails a lengthy morning prayer at 4:30 a.m., followed by a half-hour or more of yoga, followed by an hour-plus of chanting meditation. The practice ends by about 6:45 a.m.

Though I was looking forward to it, I was definitely not thrilled when 4:00 a.m. came on Monday. After not a little grousing and groaning, I crept to the bathroom, splashed my face and brushed my teeth as quietly as I could, grudgingly trying to maintain our home’s still-nighttime stillness for my husband and son.

When I opened the front door to the dark chill of night, I realized it had been ages since I’d stargazed. I think about the stars, the Sun, the Moon, the planets all the time, under wall sconces and floor lamps, my face buried in a book. But so rarely these last few years had I breathed in the night air and lost myself in the flecks of light stippled across the open sky. I was a little skittish of being out alone in the silent dark, but with the sight of those stars, I began to inhale more evenly, more slowly.

And so I began Sadhana before I even got into my car.

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Depth astrology works on the Hermetic principle, “As above, so below.” That is, the vast cosmos itself is a reflection of the individual psyche. The cycles, rhythms, timing and dynamic principles that order the stars and the planets also order each human’s way of living in the world.

As the universe goes about the business of being – of growing, flowering and dying; of pushing, erupting and flowing; of rising, shining and setting — those cycles are constantly echoed in each of us. We are born, we live, we die. We rise, we work, we sleep. Relationships bud, flower, fruit and wither. Art is created, enjoyed and destroyed or replaced or refined or transformed.

The astrological chart describes potential; it does not prescribe fate. But the potential mapped by symbols in the chart orbits something even more basic: the small, powerful circle at the center of the chart. This circle is to our personality what the axis is to each planet. It is the changeless, eternal symbol of the Divine within — the Self-with-a- capital-S, around which the planet orbits, around which the hurricane or the gentle river of each personality flows. That still, small circle is a reflection, perhaps even a fragment, of the unfathomable universal Divine that lives within each of us and that gives us the power to create our own destiny.

Astrology gives us the language of symbols to better frame and understand exactly how the vibrations of the universe settle into each person’s particular bones and particular blood — and then, being processed through the body and the psyche, recapitulate back out into the cosmos in a massive and complex cycle of in-breaths and out-breaths between the universe and the beings that live here.

The energy we generate in this exchange — lethargic or enlivened, relational or individual, empathic or violent — is released and becomes part of the universe, for better or for worse. We then breathe it back in to further create ourselves. We shape the universe with each out-breath, and we are shaped by it every time we inhale. We can look at our charts to understand the kind of breath we are prone to blow out to the world and the kind we expect to breathe in from it.

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Sadhana literally means practice, and because of this I am reminded today also of the Muses. Though there were many muses over many years and many mythologies, the Greeks called the three primary ones Mneme (Memory), Aoide (Voice) and Melete (Practice). Inspiration — literally, to breathe in Spirit — overtakes us only when we have the discipline to give voice to memory over and over again. In Sadhana that means we take the words that the Gurus breathed in as Spirit — we enter, for two hours, the collective Memory of a wide, deep community — and perpetuate it in our own Voice for seven, or forty, or a thousand, days in a row.

Yogi Bhajan, who brought the Kundalini tradition to the west, said that sound — voice, music, chanting — is the most direct connection between two beings. The Sadhana prayer, the Japji Sahib (Song of the Soul), speaking directly to God, says:

The celestial jewels which You created … sing. … The planets, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand, sing.

Echoing the song of the cosmos, we chant the long memory of our community in practice each day of Sadhana to inspire ourselves and the world: to breathe in Spirit. Through this practice, we not only connect with our spiritual ancestors and cleanse our own spirits, we also echo the universal vibrations of connection between all sentient beings, from the smallest one-celled organism to “the planets, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand.”

Even if you don’t believe that we reflect and influence universal rhythms in the way we conduct our lives, you may still be intrigued by what Practice means in our everyday lives. Why not just go to church every Sunday and get the whole spiritual thing over with for the week? Why get up at 4:00 each morning for seven days in a row to chant in a language you don’t understand?

This, then, brings me to psychoneurobiology, which is a field about which I know just enough to be dangerous. Work in this area over the last 35 years has shown that, in Bruce Perry’s words, “states become traits” — that is, our brain cells literally form in response to our life experiences, especially our earliest ones. For instance, a child who grows up with parents who yell and scream when they’re angry will develop neurons that are shaped to recognize yelling and screaming as the normal, appropriate response to anger. A child who grows up with compassion will develop a capacity for that state.

Though children are especially vulnerable to this process, it doesn’t stop happening just because you hit voting age. Adult brains do it, too: The more we repeat a behavior, or emotion, or habit, the more it comes to define us. Every time we eat a chocolate bar to fill a hole of sadness or loneliness or anxiety, we dig a deeper rut in the neural pathway that says that’s what we must do when upset. Every time we gripe about a co-worker, our brain moves in the direction of negativity.

The Japji Sahib says it best:

Virtue and vice do not come by mere words –
actions repeated, over and over again,
are engraved upon the soul.

Without self-knowledge — through the astrological chart, through journaling, through therapy or art or prayer or chanting or discipline or self-reflection of some sort — we are prone to repeating patterns that perpetuate negativity, that engrave unhappiness upon an increasingly polluted soul. When we don’t know ourselves well, we are subject to the hurricanes and gentle rivers that comprise the personality, that whirl around the still core of the Self. In this state, we simply cannot conduct ourselves in alignment with the unfathomable universal Divine that lives within each of us.

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And so every time we awaken at 4:00 a.m. for Sadhana, creep through the house, open the front door and breathe in the sharp, starry, deep night air, we repeat a pattern that engraves something different upon the soul. We affirm in Sadhana that our truth and our destiny rest not only alone in the warm, cozy bed behind us but also together with our fellow yogis, with all sentient beings and with the long, shimmering arms of the cosmos that bend to embrace us — when we choose to allow it.

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Hunting the Mother Bear

When my dad was a young man, he spent summers working in the canneries and crab traps in Alaska to pay for college.

One day he and a Norwegian gentleman, who was spending some time on the trap with him, rowed ashore for a break from the waves and the wide-open sea. They spied a group of mother bears relaxing in the river — splashing, bathing and lolling about on sunny rocks. One mother bear’s cubs kept tumbling down the hill and splashing into the water, only to be swatted away by their mother. They retreated back up the hill, waited until her back was turned, then tumbled down into the water again.

After three or four turns at this game, the mother bear got frustrated and charged her cubs, growling and scolding at them. She turned her back — and the cubs chased after her yet again. The Norwegian gentleman — apparently trying to help the mother bear — bent down, picked up a rock and, with no warning at all, hurled it at the cubs. My dad yelped a garbled protest and ran for his life, the Norwegian and the mother bear in hot pursuit. The humans barely made it to the boat and back out to sea.

Now, most people are aware of this basic life lesson, but just to be clear: You have to be very, very careful with other people’s children.

I’ve been thinking about this lately because of the effects of transiting Saturn in Virgo. It’s currently criss-crossing our two-year-old son’s natal Moon and my own progressed Saturn, both in the first house. In other words, the boy and I are being challenged right now to define, shore up and secure our identities vis-a-vis one another (Saturn: the mother; Moon: the child).

So there is a lot of jockeying for position, much back-and-forth of “I want,” “I need” and “You can’t have” — from both of us. Limits are being set. Lines are being drawn. Laws are being laid down. Tears are being shed. The sweet, snuggly oneness of infancy has dissolved into memory.

At the same time, it is thrilling to see his growth. He’s expressive and intentional. He identifies what he wants and sets out to get it. He’s learning, it seems, in leaps and bounds — puzzles, colors, shapes, numbers. Where things go. What words mean. How to use his body. How to control it.

Now, I banked on both these developments even before the boy was born. I knew about the so-called “terrible twos” and even felt excited to see how we would negotiate the terrain. And my husband is a wonderful parenting partner; we’ve fallen into a great tag-teaming system to make sure we can both give our best and avoid the overwhelm that can come easily with parenting.

What I didn’t bank on was the difficulty of bringing a third parent — a daycare provider — into the mix. Saturn is getting my ire up, bringing out the mother bear when I watch how his teachers (another aspect of Saturn) interact with their two-year-old charges. And I don’t always like what I see.

Saturn’s instinct is toward protection and safety; this can sometimes result in defensiveness and growling. Lately, these instincts in me have been directed toward the militant approach one of his teachers takes toward art.

I observe her over-directing the kids’ process, criticizing their methods and inhibiting their free expression. This morning she wouldn’t let them turn over the construction paper they were painting to look at the other side. She wouldn’t let them glue pieces of dried popcorn onto their paper one at a time because she “needed” (her word) them to drop a handful onto the glue all at once. This morning, she barked to one of them, “I didn’t tell you to explore. I told you to work.”

These are two-year-olds.

And as much as I might get on this child about eating his vegetables, wearing a jacket when it’s cold and going back to sleep when he wakes at three a.m., I would never presume to tell him how he should make art — express his feeling life in tangible, living, breathing form. Art is self-expression, any time of life, but especially at two years old. The Saturnine response to his core emotional needs he must be experiencing right now cannot only be coming from the limits set by me, the chief Saturn figure in his life, and his father. It is also coming from other teacher/mother figures.

And when it’s done poorly, when it’s done in a way that threatens his playfulness and expressiveness and sense of competence and sense of self, when it’s intrusive and know-it-all and demanding, that brings out the mother bear in me. It fuels a feeling of being hunted, of having my protective, nurturing, growth-encouraging approach stalked and choked by someone who is not comfortable with fluid limits, someone who must be in control all the time, someone who seems to fear play and spontaneity and self-expression — all those constricted, intolerant, shadowy aspects of Saturn — someone who would throw rocks at someone else’s bear cub when it’s engaged in play.

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