Yoga’s Gifts

I am now a little over a quarter of the way through my daily yoga challenge, and so far so good!  I am pleased with my progress so far, in that I haven’t yet succumbed to a horrible injury or a bout of bronchitis as would normally be the case when I take something like this on.  Of course, contemplation and reflection are an important part of any yoga practice. As yet, my thoughts and insights aren’t as transformative as I might like, but perhaps that will come at week three or four.  For example, by day four, exhausted and in not a small amount of physical pain, I wondered if napping could be considered a form of yoga.  So much of yoga is about being restive, and allowing your body a chance to settle and recover.  I attended one restorative class last week that was essentially guided napping.  First we lay on one side of our bodies for a little while and then we very gently rolled over and lay on our other sides.  Admittedly, it was one of my favourite yoga classes. Walking home from that class I felt a kind of calm and an attunement to my surroundings that I rarely experience, and I thought, perhaps I should nap more. Maybe with some lovely yoga inspired music and candles, a nap might be able to provide me the same benefit at considerably less cost. For now, though, I plan to continue with the classes.

But, it hasn’t all been stillness and calm.  Yesterday, I was rushing to get to class.  I had stayed at work a little later than I should have, rushed home and quickly scarfed down some leftover pasta and chicken before running out the door to my Ashtanga class.  Perhaps it was the peppers in the pasta, but for much of the class my focus was not on my breathing, but on the building pressure of gasses in my intestinal tract. In such a quiet room, even the smallest of farts can be heard. Of course, it is a natural bodily process and all, and I know I should have been more zen about it, and just let it fly. I could tell though that it was going to be doozy of a fart, and vanity prevailed.  I just didn’t want to be the girl who farted during yoga class. Never before have I found the words, “allow yourself to release and let go” to be so antagonizing. It was like my yoga instructor was egging me on, and it took all my strength and determination to hold that fart in.

I was surprised to learn how common this is. A quick google search under “yoga and farting” garnered 1, 890, 000 hits! Clearly this is something many other people have struggled with too. One yoga instructor gave the following advice on her website, to her readers who might be worried about farting in the class: “Position yourself in a corner, or farther away from other yogis“.  Well, thanks a lot! What happened to acceptance and compassion?

At the end of class, lying in shivasana,  our yoga instructor asked us to consider what we had learned from this day’s yoga practice.  For me, I learned that despite contorting myself into positions that are highly encouraging of release, I have an incredible ability to withhold. Upon reflection, this is true in my life generally too. Not about the farting, but about the withholding. So, I suppose that though it was a horribly uncomfortable and distracting experience, my need to fart, was in the end actually quite instructive. The walk home following this class was pleasant in a distinctly different way from other nights, as the reassuringly silencing cloak of the city’s street life allowed me to enjoy a well-earned and satisfying “experience of release”, all the way home.

For those yoga warriors out there also doing battle on the mat with the yoga fart, here is a video you may find very helpful (and entertaining):

http://youtu.be/vaFRZuBw9JM

Fire’s Burning

Yes!  I did it!

I can now make a fire without the use of matches, as good, if not better than my Homo Erectus ancestors.  It’s just that in my case I need a piece of steel wool and a battery.

Friday night I met up with my friend Laura, and after a pitcher of Sangria and some Portuguese roast chicken, we enthusiastically embarked on our first fire making trials in Laura’s backyard. Our first method of choice was fire by friction.  Far from the only way, this is the oldest and most basic method for starting a fire, and if you were stranded on an island or lost in the woods, it would also likely be your only option. As such, it seemed like the right method to perfect.

Fire by Friction is in fact the only method discussed in the first edition of The Boy Scouts Handbook of 1911 (which I now own!) and in the 1953 Canadian manual Tenderfoot to Queen’s Scout.  It went even further saying that though difficult, “…when you can get your fire, you can call yourself a real Canadian Woodcraft Scout”.

I want to be “a real Canadian Woodcraft Scout”. Very surprisingly, Laura, eschewing her former punk rock ways, also seemed to want that Boy Scout badge of honour, perhaps even more enthusiastically than me. Though in her case, it might have been fuelled (pun intended!) by the Sangria…and the wine.

Together and with great gusto, we began to shape the dead wood I had collected in High Park last week into the essential fire making components for the “Fire by Friction” method. Operating by candlelight, I anticipated significantly more serious injuries, with a possible trip to the hospital by the end of the night, but our frenzied flashdance of steel and flying bits of wood only resulted in one minor cut and one swollen eye.

Here’s what we needed for the Fire by Friction Method of Firemaking:

(1) The Fire Board: basically a piece of wood not thicker than 3/4 of an inch and cut with a V-shaped notch with a shallow hole cut at the tip of the notch. There is a lot of 1/4 of this and 3/4 of that in the instructions for this part. We just cut notches and holes the best we could.

(2) The Spindle/Drill – a very straight, very dry piece of wood that is 9-10 inches long with a rounded end (to fit into the round little hole you cut in the fire board).

(3) The Fire Pan:  This can be anything, a leaf, or a piece of wood. It is placed under the fire board to collect the “smouldering coal” that you are supposedly going to produce.

(4) Tinder:  This can be dried grass, pine needles, leaves fashioned into a kind of nest. In our case, we used dried grass, leaves and some of Lucy’s fur.  Lucy is Laura’s dog and she happened to be sitting there. It was a very MacGyver move on Laura’s part, I thought.

And that’s it! The idea is that you rub the spindle between your hands very, very rapidly, while pressing it down into the hole of the fire board.  This action should generate saw dust that then heats up from the friction and turns into smoking coal and eventually turns into a full on ember that can be transferred to your tinder nest. Blow on that a few times and it should ignite. It looks easy on YouTube. It isn’t.

We put our all into spinning that spindle, for at least an hour, and we were literally dripping in sweat from our efforts. Our hands still hurt two days later and Laura’s relationships with her neighbours may never be the same. Despite our best efforts we managed to generate some heat, but nothing more.

And for those Boy Scout types out there, yes, we also tried The Bow Method, fashioning a bow out of a green branch and duct tape, and using this to spin the spindle. It was a total and utter failure. Actually, if there was a stronger word for failure than “failure”, than I would use it here.

To salvage the evening, we tried the Battery and Steel Wool Method which I discovered on YouTube. I tried it first, as Laura was afraid she might get electrocuted. A useless technique as far as survival skills go ( I mean how often do you just happen to have steel wool on you?), it proved to be highly effective, and I had a fire within seconds! Success at last!

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Sweaty, drunk, exhausted, and slightly injured, we decided to call it a night. But there are more techniques still to try: The Magnifying Glass Technique, The Fire by Ice Method, The Coke Can and Chocolate Bar Method, and the Condom Method.  Also, I haven’t entirely given up on the Fire by Friction method. The Tenderfoot to Queen’s Scout Manual warned me that likely my first attempt at making fire would fail. I spoke with my dad last night, a former well-badged Boy Scout himself, who wondered if it might be the wood I used.  Indeed the manuals all talk about the importance of choosing the right wood.  I just don’t know how to distinguish one type of wood from another.  Perhaps this is something else I ought to learn.

While I am not sure that any of this makes me more interesting, Laura and I sure had a good time trying to make fire.  So much so that it has motivated me to keep going with this re-education project of mine, and to involve others whenever and wherever possible. So, if any of you want to volunteer to try something with me, even if you are miles away, that would be great!

Next up: 30 days straight of yoga.  I started this morning at 7 am.  I already feel accomplished for having got up that early for a yoga class. Just 29 more days to go! I have another friend who felt inspired by this undertaking and has committed to also doing yoga everyday for 30 days, but in her home and not at 7am!

Keep tuned in, as there will be more things coming this month too!

A Slow Burn

Not for the first time in my life, it seems I have found myself in a weird place, of my own making. Saturday was a beautiful summer day, and yet I spent it in the library perusing Boy Scout manuals from the 1950s. Boy Scouts of the 1950s, as it turns out, really knew what they were doing. They had to pass multiple tests as they progressed through the Scouting ranks including things like: how to skin and cook a rabbit, how to spin a lariat, and how to send a message via Morse Code. Needless to say they were also experts on how to make fire without matches which is what had drawn me to the library in the first place.

On Sunday, another very hot day, clad in a lovely silk sun dress and with an iced latte in hand, I noted that several people’s gaze fell on me a little longer than I am accustomed to or comfortable with, as I foraged in the woods of High Park, for appropriate fire making supplies.  I like to think they were thinking – “What is that woman doing?  It must be something VERY interesting!” But, this might not have been what they thought.

It was without a doubt, an odd way for a gal to spend a weekend, and likely very pointless. Since embarking on this new blog with a focus on becoming more interesting, I have begun to worry that possibly, quite to the contrary, I am coming across as a much more pathetic individual than I had intended, or indeed think I am. Sadly, I fear this may have already resulted in a serious loss to the Stookie readership, not to mention the demise of few treasured friendships.  Still I soldier on.

Though inane on so, so many levels, this weekend will hopefully prove to be invaluable reasearch and preparation, as I progress toward my goal of making fire without matches.  I now have 4 more days to do this.  I have made very little progress. But, today I was buoyed when a friend called to ask me how I was getting on with the fire making.  She offered to help.  She has an axe, and you know, that might be very useful.  So, I think some preliminary trials may take place at her place Friday night. Likely over a glass or two of wine.  It’s all very exciting.