Downward Dog is one of the most recognizable of all yoga poses, & arguably, one of the most underrated. They don’t call it Adho Mukha Svanasana in Sanskrit for nothing. To be honest, no matter how many times I’ve heard these poses in Sanskrit, Sanskrit in general has never really rolled off my tongue. I don’t know that it’s ever rolled off anyone’s tongue, let alone been a language one can remember, but it’s worth noting that such an easy name like downward dog could have such a complicated name in another language.
I am not an instructor, but as I understand, downward dog intends to strengthen, transition or to be used as a resting pose. Even still, I would hardly call this a resting pose.. At any rate, I have found that these three elements are key to my yoga practice and to my mental health off of the mat as well. Yes, off of the mat, which is the point of all this bending and balancing and holding poses for two or three breaths that seem like an eternity.
What good am I if cannot be mindful of others and practice kindness when I step foot outside my studio, or turn off my zoom session in my tiny living room- as we have grown accustomed to using during this weird time? So what if that woman isn’t wearing a mask walking towards me on the street? I don’t know her. I don’t know her story or what she’s experiencing in that moment. Maybe her dog ate her mask. Maybe she can’t afford one. Maybe she doesn’t believe in all this virus pandemic stuff or feels controlled by the government, and in essence would not be receptive to being controlled by the likes of me. Maybe she just feels safe in the outside air. Regardless of what she thinks or does, she isn’t on this planet to serve me. I can smile and walk around her. Or I can keep on my path and take my chances. I do have a choice.
So what if I myself forgot my mask and had to drive back home to get it after being reprimanded like a criminal and getting kicked out of FedEx Kinkos for not having one; only to turn back to the scene of the crime and barely get my package off in time. It’s not the end of the world. And even if it is, do I want to waste my time being angry with the FedEx Kinkos attendant who is just doing her job, and quite well, I might add, by the looks of me walking out promptly after my flannel over my mouth didn’t pass as a mask. This is what my yoga is for, to stay calm, to let go. But still, I digress.
Downward Dog was one of the first poses I was introduced to when I started practicing almost 20 years ago. And by the looks of it, it is still a pose I am constantly learning, as I think back to the first teacher who adjusted me in my downward dog and really made an impact on me. I am grateful to her every single day. She moved to Colorado many years back. It was tragic. I thought I’d have a nervous breakdown; maybe stop practicing, but any good teacher stays with you. They are kind of like a song you love that you just heard, but now it’s hours later and you can’t get it out of your head. When it finally leaves, it isn’t really gone. It comes back to you when you need it. Many times in practice, her adjustment, her nurturing voice, her words of wisdom come flooding back to me like a waterfall. It was when I learned how much I rely on my shoulders, pulling them up and in, rather than down and out and back (so much to do with one body part), carrying tension that limits me from lengthening my back.
So I continue to get on my mat and turn inward, focusing on the moment, allowing new teachers to teach me their wisdom, allowing myself to take it all in and to breathe. Yes, the breathe that we have all done since we came into this world, but you actually have to learn in yoga. It’s a thing. I could speak volumes, but will leave that for another day. So, as I was saying before the mention of breathing took me off track, I will continue to get on my mat and take it all in, so the rest will naturally follow.