I avoid political topics on my blog like the plague. But ever since I saw this video yesterday–which was taken at this weekend’s Northwest Yoga Conference in Seattle–I haven’t been able to repress a growing feeling of nausea. So much so, that I’m posting this blog article one day early. I have to do something.
In this video, Savitri accepts a reward on behalf of her husband, Aadil, who was sick with pneumonia. I do not know Savitri or Melissa (the other woman in this video, who was one of the conference organizers). I have, however, met Aadil. We were on a yoga teacher training panel together many years ago. Aadil is a yoga master with four times my years of experience. We come from different lineages, so I often disagreed with what he was saying, and vice versa. In spite of my junior status to him, he listened to me and treated me with great respect.
Much more respect than was shown his wife this weekend. To see what I mean, please fast forward or listen past the first five minutes.
https://www.facebook.com/Zinkleberry/videos/pcb.1595616180553017/1595612777220024/
Savitri is a yoga master in her own right, and, of course, a human deserving of respect. There is obviously a backstory here, and I have no idea what it is. As of this writing, the conference has declined to comment and has deleted any negative comments about the incident on social media. What I do know is that this was handled atrociously. At the very best, they overreacted to a person who was less than one minute over her allocated time. At the worst? Well, I don’t want to think about the worst.
Even though I’ve made my living teaching yoga and training yoga teachers for 17 years, I’ve never felt part of the “yoga community” in Seattle. Instead, I’ve created community with my students. I’ve been wondering lately if that was a mistake. Honestly, I’m still not sure. Watching this, however, I’m convinced that the issue holding me back is real. Yoga is losing it’s ethics, it’s roots, and it’s power. Yoga was never about trendy fashion, competitive stretching, or perfecting your handstand. It’s about finding clarity, personal balance, and fostering active compassion.
May we get back to that soon.
Tracy Weber






