YOGA EXPERT ADVICE >> FLEXIBILITY BY STEVE STIEFEL SOUL “Nothing in yoga contradicts any religion. Everyone can participate. We’re all connected. With yoga, you will never achieve perfection. You must always be humble. You will always be learning. As people, we’re all at our best when we’re learning.” BREATH “Smooth breathing is soothing to the nervous system. Take in fresh energy on the inhale. Relax on the exhale. You can count to keep your inhalation and exhalation in balance. Breathe in through your nose. The mouth is for eating and kissing.” GAZE “Your gaze is so important. Your energy goes where your eyes go. Many people try to get in a pose and then focus their gaze. But often, you can lead with your gaze. Focus on something that lets you achieve what you want to achieve, and then allow your body to follow.” ELONGATION “So much in fitness is about shortening the body. What I love about yoga is that it’s about elongating your body. There’s a lot of power and strength in elongation. Yoga is great for muscular people because it teaches your body that there’s another way to be strong.” SEXUALITY “I’m a very sexual person. I don’t need to strut that aspect of myself and make more of it. I keep my sexuality out of the yoga room when I’m teaching because people can get very distracted by sexuality. Yoga itself is very sensual and sexual and I like to watch people who are sexually inhibited in some way become more connected to their own sexuality. They learn to love their own bodies, and there’s something really sexy in watching someone learn to ‘shake what they got’.” SARA IVANHOE BIRTHPLACE Madison, Wisconsin, but Sara grew up in Marin County in California CURRENT RESIDENCE Santa Monica, California HEIGHT 5' 7" (almost) WEIGHT 122 pounds (sometimes) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN Taurus (always) YOGA DVDS INCLUDE Basic Yoga Workout for Dummies (Anchor Bay, 2000), Crunch: Candlelight Yoga (Anchor Bay, 2002), Sara Ivanhoe’s Ultimate Yoga Makeover (Goldhil Entertainment, 2004) TO CONTACT Sara@Saraivanhoe.com “Log on and see what I’m up to, and ask me any questions you have about yoga.” YOU MAY THINK YOU KNOW WHAT YOGA IS, but when you ask someone who knows more about it than you do, suddenly you know less than you thought you did. In fact, you may not even know what you thought you knew. Yoga, Sara Ivanhoe might say, is an enigma wrapped in a riddle, shrouded in a mystery. By the time she inverts herself into her next unfathomable contortion, floating on water, she has inverted the equation: she herself is a riddle wrapped in her own mystery. What an enigma. To see Sara perform her existential poses of physiological perplexity is akin to watching Russian dolls performing at Cirque du Soleil. As the layers peel away, the physicality becomes dumbfounding. Ultimately, to understand yoga is to understand Sara herself: What is yoga? “Yoga is not a religion.” What is yoga? “Yoga is not a judgment.” What is yoga? “Yoga is not simply a form of exercise.” What is yoga? “Yoga is not just a way to get a great ass.” What is yoga? “Yoga is not ‘the answer’.” Well, okay, what isn’t yoga? “Yoga is a practice. Yoga is a union. It is to become One with. It is to harness your power. It is the opportunity to learn. Not only that, yoga is a form of exercise. It’s a way to get a great ass. It is the answer. It is what it is not.” There. “Sometimes you have to find the right question,” Sara says, and she flashes that quirky gorgeous smile that makes everything she said just make sense. She’s far more a woman out of a Sheryl Crow song than the philosophical contrarian or yoga dominatrix the previous exchange might suggest. It’s not hard to imagine Sara having fun till the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard, then spending the rest of the day soaking up the sun. FROM HERE TO ETERNITY The infinity pool with the mountain backdrop is as stunning as the exquisite Ms. Ivanhoe herself. The house where these photos were shot is beautiful, compelling, terrible! A full bar and vast wine collection dominate the interior of this cavernous loft-style residence. The décor is a collage — a collision — of reproduction art deco Crayola crayon. Outside, on the sedate lawn, Sara stretches, Zenlike, in the last heat of summer in a canyon of vast expanses west of Los Angeles. In a few moments, she’ll not only walk on water; she’ll transform herself into dramatic nouns: eagle, cobra, tree, camel! Sara will soon graduate from the Yoga Philosophy programme at Loyola Marymount University in Los Angeles, where she is devoted to learning all that she can about the practice of yoga: “I’m learning Sanskrit and reading translations of the ancient texts because I want to understand them unfiltered through Western interpretation.” Sara is doing this in part, she says, so that she can present a less philosophical, less judgmental, less religious, more stripped-down, more accessible form of yoga to her students at Yoga Works in Santa Monica. To know more is to preach less. “Many people think of yoga as a religion, and that’s not what it is,” she continues. “I want to make it mainstream and remove those preconceived barriers so that more people can participate.” What is religion? What is not religion? Consider: Alcoholics Anonymous. Christianity. Texas Hold ’Em. Scientology. Ironman Triathlons. Buddhism. Pornography. Transcendental Meditation. Defined Abs. It’s a calling; it’s a drive; it takes over your life; it’s a need to let go; it’s a need to take it further. Participate and nothing else matters. “Come to my class for the reason you want to come to my class,” says Sara. “I don’t care why you come. Just come. Come because you want a nicer ass. Come because you want to get laid more. Come because you’re hot and sexy. Come because you’re ugly. Come because you want to escape something. Come because you want to go toward something. Come because you’re enlightened. Come because you don’t understand the universe.” So, there’s Sara at the photo shoot, spray-tanned more golden than a Mayan virgin, growing cold in the Los Angeles dusk, trying to maintain her flexibility. The mountain to the west abuts against the property, and photographer Frank Ockenfels 3 is still waiting for perfect lighting. The only problem is that moments after the sun strikes Sara from the perfect angle, bronze on bronze, it’s going to fall beyond that immutable force of nature just to the west. Sara and a certain writer are in a dither of Western practicality: Ockenfels maintains his stillness, breathing from his centre as though the universe is within his control. The light dips to perfection, but seconds later…a solitary tree atop the mountain casts a disproportionately large shadow that blankets Sara and the pool in unexpected darkness. Her body glitter surrenders. The sparkle is gone. Call it Zen. Call it karma. Call it God’s wrath. Ockenfels shrugs his shoulders. “We’ll move the lights.” The boom swings. The light brings out all that is lost. Suddenly, the pool is bathed in light, luminous as morning. “Yoga is supposed to be performed at dawn,” Sara says as the sun sinks, her breasts barely restrained underneath delicate cotton. She takes her place, hovering above the frigid water, head tossed back, throat exposed to the universe in all the simultaneous contradictions that constitute yoga. The sun falls still lower and evening descends. It’s a beautiful morning. Sara is cold, but Sara is hot. 3.5 million Approximate number of yoga videos and DVDs that Sara has sold worldwide. M&F