The Djoniba Dance & Drum Centre is closing today (so says their latest email). It's sad. They've been hit by the economic crisis--student attendance is down, rents are way up. That place, a not-for-profit, feels magic--I only went for one African dance class with Djoniba himself, but it felt like a latter-day, much-beloved set of Fame. Authentic, danced-in, drummed-in, lived-in. A New York institution that's been there for 15 years. Sigh.
Is this just the beginning? Makes me wonder how yoga will be affected. I haven't noticed a shift in class attendance lately--have you? But it would make sense if we started to see studios offering more community classes, maybe some special cards with softer expiration dates. Maybe some of the way pricey studios re-calibrating a bit.
Sadly I won't be reporting on that here. Yoga Journal has been caught up too and is cutting the local blogs. I've really loved posting on the NY yoga scene the last year or so and am so grateful for all of you who read. I do hope to keep in touch. Let me know if you'd like to join my email list for future updates and new yoga-related writing ventures (valerie AT valeriereiss.com). After New Year's this blog's savasana will commence. Om, shanti, shanti, shanti.
However you spend your New Year's Eve, you'll get a detoxing rush from yogi and author
I hate to bring it up so soon, but it really is almost here: New Year's Eve. Ack. I was just getting a handle on this whole "2008" thing. So, what's a cleanish living yogi to do on a night of sloshy drinking and overpriced everything? Here are some thoughts:
For vegetarians or clean-food loving omnivores, Thanksgiving can be a bit stressful. Especially when in the homes of folks who don't share your sensibilities. So if you can escape family obligations, don't have any, or can get the whole troupe away from the stove and into a restaurant, NYC has a cornucopia (seasonally-appropriate metaphor! yay) of T-day veggie options.
If you're looking for a soothing, free, mini-respite, check out
For a whole lot of us the world looks a little bit shinier today. I was in Brooklyn at an election party watching the numbers, jumping for crazy joy in disbelief and then Mcain (belief crept in), then gorgeous speech (a delicious new shock) from Obama. Sitting next to a yoga teacher, we both talked about how smooth his movements are, how integrated he seems--no front, no obvious knot of tension--just elegance and grace. Pretty cool to have a president who looks like he could be a yogi. And then we heard the whoops--the streets filling with people banging actual pots, honking horns, and saying the name over and over like a mantra: Ohhhhbahhhhhmahhh. There were tears. Relief and yes, hope. A hope for humanity and peace--the best shot we've had in ages.
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I'm willing to bet that New Yorkers rent more mats per capita than any other place. That's mainly because though the tubular tote or mat poking out of a bag says "I take care of myself in a cool way," it's also one more thing to schlep around town. Which is why I've been intrigued lately by the ways around this. 