Writing as Yoga: From Plot to Padmasana

By on October 11, 2011 in Balance

I've long realized the connections between writing and the practice of yoga – the meditative inward looking, the humility and reception, the striving for greater personal and universal understanding.

But it was only recently that the connections between the teaching of writing and yoga revealed themselves, as it were, to my consciousness.

My favorite teachers of yoga usually begin their classes with a dharma talk. This is a time for the instructor to read from a yogic or other Hindu spiritual text, to discuss a particular issue regarding asana or life with which they have been struggling. In this way, the teacher makes clear that they too are a student, and that there is no hierarchy in the seeking of true knowlege. Flexibility, humility, breath – the best teachers draw attention to some aspect of yoga and make the connection between that practice and its significance in our lives beyond the mat. You get to practice these challenging aspects of selfhood in the safety of the mat, one of my favorite teachers would say, and when you don't get it right, you can return to the mat and practice again.

Without realizing it, I've found myself beginning my new fiction writing class this semester with something like a dharma talk. I might draw attention to some aspect of craft – plot, character, dialogue, setting – but more importantly, some aspect of the writing life with which I have been grappling – humility, wonder, process over product, inspiration. Often, I'll read from a blog entry, poem, or short story that came across my desk that week that gave me deeper insight into the issue at hand.

One week, early on, when many students seemed too intimidated to write – under the false impression that the work of FICTION was something somber and terrifying, I passed out and had them read aloud passages from Lorrie Moore's delightful How to Become a Writer in which she urges:

First, try to be something, anything, else.  A movie star/astronaut.  A movie star missionary.  A movie star/kindergarten teacher.  President of the World.  Fail miserably.  It is best if you fail at an early age — say, fourteen.  Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at fifteen you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire.
 
The following week, when multiple students were experimenting with writing from ethnic, disability or gendered points of view not their own, I passed out Mitali Bose Perkins' recent blog posting on Writing Fiction without the "Right" Ethnic Credentials. In Mitali's words,
 
Fiction, lest it morph into memoir, always involves the crossing of borders. We create characters who belong to different classes, genders, and generations.
 
Yet, on empathy, she writes,
 
If a particular community is processing a shared experience of suffering through the healing power of story, maybe it's time for our "outsider" version to wait. When we have more power in society than our protagonist, it's always good to ask whether to speak on his or her behalf. If we still feel compelled by the story, we must lean heavily on the gift of imaginative empathy…Someone once said that to cross a border of power to tell a story, a writer better live there first, shut up, and hold a bunch of babies.
 
Finally, one recent week when I was struggling myself with finding the humility and wonder necessary to teach, and write, fiction, the most wonderful Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich pointed me in the direction of this blog posting by Peter Turchi on"The Virtues of Obsession: Where We Dwell."
 
In it, Turchi turns to Emily Dickinson, who wrote, 
 
I dwell in Possibility 
A fairer House than Prose 
More numerous of Windows 
Superior for Doors 
 
I immediately wrote that passage on the blackboard. Yes, I thought, possibility - that is where my students and I dwell – that liminal, in-between space – that doorway into every single room you can imagine – that place of infinite possibilities rather than fixed products.
 
Turchi ends his insightful post with T.S. Eliot, who brought me to my knees. Yes, I thought, writing must go via the scary place, the humble place, the way of ignorance, the way of dispossession. To find who we are as writers, as people, to find who we simply ARE, we must go the way in which we are not. It is only through embracing the darkness of that which we do not know that we can arrive at the flickering light of self-knowledge:
 
You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.
Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know…
 
PHOTO (cc): Flickr / Mullenkedheim
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3 Responses to Writing as Yoga: From Plot to Padmasana

  1. Anonymous October 13, 2011 at 4:32 am #

    Yes sure, It's a very beneficial for us.

  2. Anonymous October 13, 2011 at 4:33 am #

    It must be.

  3. Anonymous October 13, 2011 at 4:34 am #

    Great…