Summer '00 Issue 14
The OM of Parenting and Divorce
Conscious Evolution Through Trust of the Self
On The Path
This Burning Heart
Forests For Posterity, Not Profit
Doing Time in Timelessness - The Yoga of Prison (Part 2)
How to Become an Angel
Skeletons in the New Age Closet
Qigong Comes West
Dreams of Kindness, Love and Grace
Doing Time in Timelessness - The Yoga of Prison (Part 2) by SarahJoy Marsh
Runnin' and Bein' Still
Class moves about like this tonight. I choose poses that ground their attention in their bodies. The conversation has never centered on drugs before, and I wouldn't want to censor it now. I simply let the yoga carry them. At the end of class, Sherisa is laying in savasana (relaxation pose), eyes wide open, looking around like a child at the amusement park. To herself she says "Whoa." To me she whispers, respectful now of everyone else's quiet, "No drugs ever felt this good." And after a long pause, "I never felt this good!"
We sit quietly in meditation for a few minutes at the end of class. I tell them the greatest high they can ever have is from being grounded in the center of their own beings, connected to themselves. Coming in to their hearts and bodies this way, they will find the source of freedom and happiness. They fold their palms at their hearts; bowing to honor each other, we say "Namaste."
It's at this point in class that a new student, beaming with the trance of yoga, will ask "What? What did they say?" I always invite Rachel, the most consistent student, to answer them: "Namaste means I honor the wisdom and radiance within you which is also within me." (Our lay person's translation.) To which I add: "When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, then we are One. Then we know our sisterhood. And we have respect and gratitude for each other."
As I walk out of the prison tonight, the sky is wide open, the air is quiet. I have a strong glimpse of what sisterhood means, of what it means to be a part of something larger than myself. I have the sense that the women in class touched in to this as well. I drive home in quiet, feeling connected to the lives around me.
Who's Winning Anyway?
So when I come in tonight, with tension in the air, we spend the first 15 minutes of class just talking and being heard. Rachel feels like the power struggles are all for the pleasure of the Officers to win. What really pisses her off is that these power plays come at times when she's doing really well. It surprises me to see her this upset, as she is generally a bright mark in the class. She consistently offers encouragement to others, asks really relevant questions, brings new inmates to the class and maintains a positive attitude more easily than most of the women. She even practices the yoga poses in her free time. Since I have known Rachel, I would say she is on a steady incline of 'doing well.' She's lost weight, grown stronger physically and mentally, and is managing a healthy level of self-discipline in many aspects of her life, though she is in prison. A year later, she is also the only woman who came to the first class who still lives in this institution, the others having been released. She's seen a lot here, and is a familiar face to the Officers. All of these things added together make her confusion and hurt run deeper. Tonight she expresses her feelings about the Officers and the power struggles she experiences in the every day, many times a day, life of prison. I can't help but hear how little support she feels she receives from these Officers, the people who see her everyday-the people who have the chance to notice, recognize and encourage her achievements. Simply put, she doesn't understand why they can't 'just leave me alone when I'm doing well? Why do they have to play these games with us?' "They're always winning," she tells us. "We're like pawns in the game just for their enjoyment."
I look right into her eyes, and the eyes of the other women. I tell them "Whatever the circumstances are within or around you, no matter if the officers are right or wrong here, I will never know. But what I do know is that when you stay firmly connected to your own center, your center of wisdom and kindness, you will be winning in every situation you find yourself in." There is no longer a battle, I tell them. And we can never really know why one person acts cruelly, another with kindness, one with wisdom, one out of ignorance. But what is known is that the one who acts with kindness and wisdom is winning in every situation. The greatest losing you can ever suffer, I tell them, is losing yourself.
They lay down, and we exhale into the floor, beginning to unwind for tonight's yoga class. It's a strong class. Everyone brings focus to each pose, and they are taking their breath sincerely. We practice two of the warrior poses that they have learned. As we do these strong, steady standing poses to each side, I remind them that the greatest warrior is the one who stands in her own heart, the one who doesn't need to go into battle at all.
Dignity and Outrage
It was noisy enough on the unit that it's not until we get down to the classroom that I understand what Susan was referring to. Today they had a raid on Unit 2. What this amounts to is each woman, one by one, getting into a shower stall to be examined by an officer. The shower stalls aren't that big to begin with, as they're meant for one person. They don't offer that much privacy, the unit is designed with the bathrooms and showers just off the bunk area. The examination itself sounds humiliating, bending over to cough, strip searching body cavities. The officers doing the examining are very large, strong female officers, whom the women don't feel at ease with in the first place. And most of these women don't feel all that at ease with their own bodies anyway.
I can see in them, and hear in their voices and outrage, how naked and vulnerable they felt. Their outrage seems appropriate, (though I make no judgement on the institution's intention for doing this, as I'm only informed about the experience from an inmates' perspective). I don't know how many times in each woman's life she has been in a situation where her body was violated, I don't even know if they relate to it in these terms. But I can feel their outrage, hurt and shame. I let them speak freely as women-they ask me for safety. I give it completely.
We begin with simply breathing and centering. I invite them into the sanctuary of their own hearts, into the place in them that can never be taken away, disrespected, or shamed. In this mysterious life, many difficult situations will come, sometimes without rhyme or reason. I invite them to live in the dignity of their heart's truth, to live in the freedom of self-respect, so that no matter what comes and goes, no matter what others think, or appear to think, there is a seat of dignity, kindness and wisdom that is theirs. It's not to stand above others, for that would be playing the other side of the coin. But simply to abide in love and dignity.
The yoga poses I choose tonight are carefully thought out. I don't want to choose poses that expose too much vulnerability. And I don't want to move so slowly that their minds wander into the events of the day, their minds have already been stewing all evening. I choose strong standing poses, shoulder openers, and sun salutations. Heather asks me about sun salutations. And when I tell them that the sun salutation is the body's way of praying, of giving thanks, the room grows quiet and more sincere. Through the sequence of the poses, the outrage dissipates. A brightness begins to surface in the room, as when the sun comes through the end of a storm.
I am impressed with their willingness to give in to the yoga. Just as the breath gives itself to us unconditionally, I tell them, so, too, the yoga poses give them-selves to us unconditionally. The more we give ourselves to the practice of yoga, the more it gives itself to us. And when we open ourselves fully to this, or commit ourselves to taking refuge in this, in this celebration of yoga, we get in return the greatest and sweetest gift we can ever find ... the freedom and dignity and com-passion of our own hearts. It is from this seat that all our actions become gestures of kindness for ourselves and others.
At the end of the class, we sit quietly. Susan, the newest student, says "This feels so normal." I respond that yoga should feel normal, like breathing, eating and sleeping. She changes the emphasis of her statement, "No, I mean, this (pointing to herself) feels normal. I feel normal. Not like prozac or group counseling or anything at all. I just feel like a normal person. It's amazing," she continues. "I mean really I could cry. To rejoice and to cry."
I walk them back to the unit, noticing that they stick a little closer together on the way back, bonded somehow by the day's events. A tender-heartedness is in the air. Susan asks me how she can hold on to this feeling, how she can keep this as she goes back to the unit. As I answer, I see understanding in her eyes. "Don't hold on to this feeling. Instead, let it hold you. In every breath, taste your innate freedom, your 'normalness.' It's in you always. We are just lucky tonight to share it together. Every time you find yourself forgetting, come back to your breath. Your breath is given to you completely, unconditionally. As fully and freely as you open yourself to it."
How many of us are counting out the unfolding of our lives? The number of children, houses, cars, numbers in the bank, job changes, days in the week, days before Christmas, numbers of calories, grams of protein and sugar, the number of pounds to go before we will like ourselves on our vacation, the number of days of vacation, the years before retirement, the years before we get our driver's license or graduate from college, and so on. There are innumerable ways in which we evaluate ourselves and measure our distance along some invisible path. The real freedom isn't in finally measuring up, but in letting go of measuring altogether. Sharing this vantage point with these incarcerated women sparks interesting conversation. In many ways, they understand the rawness of giving up all systems of measurement and cutting yourself free. In fact, that's how they describe the moment when they will leave the regulations of prison life. They equally seem to understand that to the extent they can stay comfortable in that unknown, they will stay free of prison. It's when they take on their old identities and habits that they will either be imprisoned by their lives again, or actually legally imprisoned again. They are all clear that they want to be free. They are not quite sure what that will mean. But is any of us?
From time to time, one of the women in class is released from the institution. I am always honored to hear that yoga, relaxation and breathing are part of their self-care plan. At the end of class tonight, Theresa announces that she is confident that with yoga, she could stay off of drugs. In fact, yoga will be her new habit instead! Liz, who will be leaving in 40 days, has written yoga into her care plan, and has already researched yoga instruction in the town where she will live. I blush as they tell me that I am their "yoga hero." We joke about designing a cape with a big Y on it, and I am sure baseball caps are coming soon!
A Jailed Innocence
On the other hand, I hesitate to write because somehow just writing about it can never describe the experience of how we are together. On paper, it is difficult to express the connectedness that transforms us all, and Classroom 4, while the women from Unit 1 and the women from Unit 2 and I come together for yoga. There is a sisterhood that is palpable.
When I walk through the halls at the prison, my eyes don't make distinctions between this one who is free and this one who is incarcerated. My eyes don't see this one who was wrong, or criminal, or evil, or angry, or lost, and this one who has it together. I have the sense of walking into a community, of which I am a part for a short while every week. I have this sense of watching these lives unfolding in their individual streams, yet converging in the great ocean of life. Having lived in community for four years myself, at Breitenbush Hot Springs, I have a sense of what it's like to roam the paths, in my case, or to roam the halls, in the case of this prison, with each person playing their role in the community. Inmates, officers, social workers, visitors, counselors, ministers, a yoga instructor. There is a whole village going on in the prison. Which of us truly knows our freedom? Who of us is incarcerated by our own minds and hearts?
Rumi once said, "Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups, they swim the huge fluid freedom." When humanity learns this swimming, then ideas of self and other, of freedom and incarceration, begin to fall away. When humanity discovers this huge fluid freedom as its very nature, there will be no need for "corrections." Freedom is self-correcting. For now, may we simply open ourselves to the possibility of this fluid freedom, and follow the deep calling home.
Out beyond ideas of rightdoing
Sarahjoy Marsh is a founder of The Sanctuary, A Center for Yoga, Dharma and Healing Arts. A former member of the Breitenbush Hot Springs Community, she now makes her home in Portland, Oregon, where she is dedicated to the heart's awakening through yoga and meditation. She can be reached at 503-552-9642 (552-YOGA).
Living Yoga is a non-profit yoga outreach program sponsoring weekly yoga classes in the jail and prison systems. For information, call 503-552-YOGA. To make a tax deductable donation, make checks payable to Acts of Compassion, PO Box 19472, Portland, OR, 97219.
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