The Virgin and the Wind
by jane arie baldwin
My first-ever blogpost. First posted April 2009.
The wind whipped upriver all week. Chairs lost their footing, a screen door twisted off it’s hinges, and the prayer hands of La Virgen broke off when she fell to the ground. I’m sensitive to the wind. In Ayurveda, those of us with a prana imbalance are labeled vata. People ask, “What dosha are you?” these days just like the old pick up line in the 1970’s, “What’s your sign?” But that’s really not necessarily the best question to ask. You really don’t want to be identified by your dosha because your dosha signifies your imbalance or what your physical body lacks, not what you ARE. Vata (air) doshas like myself have to work to be grounded – food is very grounding, as is rest. Think of marathon runners, of type – A personalities; people who are generally very thin because they go-go-go, forget to eat, and easily deplete themselves. Another way to say it is that I do not have a symbiotic relationship with wind, I do not naturally know how to regulate or nuture myself but have to have constant reminders all around me. I set the alarm on my phone to go off for my pre-lunch breathing time which segways nicely into lunch. I set my alarm for afternoon gardening and morning Kaya Sampat Kriya. Without this schedule my entire day would be a whirlwind of activity yet I would end overwhelmed and under nourished. In a sense I’d feel like La Virgen outside my mudroom looks — knocked to the ground with a big hole where her hands once held the Anjali mudra.