Like we needed more evidence to declare yoga festivals our modern day Woodstock meets Burning Man meets free-loving neo yoga revival camp. These kids have gone so beyond smoking reefer before class they’re imagining it.
Yoga enthusiasts at this year’s Wanderlust Whistler in Canada were treated to home town Canuck and beloved teacher Eoin Finn’s serendipitously intoxicating “Intention Joint.” Huh? (see above photo via the fest’s facebook page, by Ali Kaukas).
Roseanne at It’s All Yoga, Baby got the scoop and checked in with Finn to get the DL on the doobie.
One thing I really try to stress to people – besides great alignment – is how to weave moments of zen with levity in their classes. Authenticity is so key. I find that the more truly yourself you are while teaching yoga, the more you tap into that “mysterious x-factor” that really makes your classes powerful.
The classes I taught at Wanderlust were incredibly powerful in the sense that I just tapped into some stream where ideas and words became lucid as I was standing on the stage speaking.
So during the centering meditation at the start of his “superflow” class which he describes as “very zen and flowy at times and outrageously fun at others, with surfing and animal-like movements” Finn dug deep to pull the Intention Joint out of his “unconscious teaching tools.”
It wasn’t pre-planned but just emerged. People rolled their positive affirmations into a joint, took “Wreck Beach Mudra” and held it in. Waves of laughter came out on the exhalation.
Just like when you’re stoned! But different. Finn confirms that drugs are not necessary, but are useful as an “excuse to let go and feel the enthusiasm for life that we feel as a child,” which we’re not sure he means entirely metaphorically.
Though some may disapprove of the strategy, Finn stands by his weedy whim:
We had a rocking practice where spirits were so high and truly channeled something beautiful.
If you were curious what Wanderlust is like, that pretty much sums it up. No stories of levitation were reported at the fest, though hundreds of imaginary floaters were rumored to have briefly elevated quixotic pursuits before returning to their normal lives.
What do you think? Too much x-factor intoxication? Or harmless zero-hand smoke signals?