3 May 2023No Comments

Mein Smartphone – ein blinder Fleck

Erst eine Woche ohne Smartphone zeigte: Ich bin süchtig nach meinem Handy, nach dem Dopaminkick und den Mikrounterbrechungen. Und jetzt?

Eine Woche ohne Smartphone

Als ein Journalist im Freundeskreis rumfragte, ob jemand für eine Reportage eine Woche lang aufs Smartphone verzichten würde, war ich sofort dabei. Dass ich oft am Handy war, wenn meine Kinder mir dringend etwas erzählen wollten, nervte mich schon lange. Ich hatte mir auch gerade das Buch «Verbunden» von Anna Miller besorgt. Das Timing schien perfekt und ich überreif.

Im Vorgespräch bemerkte Michael Feller von der Berner Zeitung, ich hätte doch schon eine gute Handy-Hygiene. Seit Jahren schaue ich morgens erst nach einer Stunde Morning Routine erstmals aufs Smartphone. Ich habe längst alle digitalen Geräte aus dem Schlafzimmer verbannt. Trotzdem bin ich durch meine Selbständigkeit viele Stunden allein und habe wenig Austausch. Das Smartphone ist meine Verbindung zur Aussenwelt und oft willkommene Ablenkung, wenn ich mir vorgenommen habe, fokussiert zu arbeiten.

Die Redaktion stellte mir für die Digital-Detox-Woche ein Dumbphone zur Verfügung, damit ich von unterwegs telefonisch und via old-school SMS erreichbar sein konnte. Ich handelte mir aus, dass ich vom Laptop aus, Whatsapp- und Signal-Nachrichten beantworten durfte, da ein Grossteil meiner beruflichen Kommunikation über diese Kanäle auf dem Smartphone läuft.

Fast bereute ich meine Zusage. Völlig irrational ahnte ich Katastrophen voraus: Was wenn mir etwas durch die Lappen ging? Was wenn mich jemand suchte und mich nicht erreichen konnte oder schlimmer, vor verschlossener Türe stand?

Gleichzeitig kamen mir meine Sorgen absurd vor, denn ich würde ja weiterhin erreichbar sein. Einfach nicht ständig.

Ausgebremst

Meine Detox startete an einem Samstag. Ich schrubbte Küche und Bad und mir fiel auf, dass ich es diesmal nicht eilig hatte. Ich ging auch nicht immer wieder zum Regal, wo mein Smartphone üblicherweise liegt und wo ich kurz mit dem Putzhandschuh aufs Display tippe und Nachrichten checke. 

Das Experiment hatte kaum begonnen und schon machte sich ein anderes Zeitgefühl in mir breit.

Mir fiel auf, wie viel entspannter ich war, wenn ich Nachrichten und Mails gebündelt vom Laptop aus beantwortete. Ganz automatisch richteten sich bestimmte Zeitslots ein, während denen ich sozusagen die Korrespondenz erledigte. Wenn ich unterwegs war, gab es ohne Smartphone nichts zu tippseln.

Ich hatte immer gedacht, es sei so effizient, Dinge sofort zu erledigen. Aber – wenn ich dieses Bild von Anna Miller ausleihen darf – das ist so, als würden wir jedes Mal einen Waschgang starten, wenn eine dreckige Socke in den Wäschekorb fällt. Je früher man antwortet, desto schneller kommt auch eine Nachricht zurück, die wieder abgearbeitet werden will. Ein Teufelskreis.

Einfach warten

Am Montag, als ich die Kleine vom Kindergarten abholte, wartete ich zum ersten Mal seit Jahren, ohne mein Smartphone zu zücken. Für einen Augenblick kam wieder Panik auf. Doch dann liess ich meinen Blick über die Baumkronen zum Himmel schweifen, sog die Weite in mir auf. Laut dieser SRF Input Sendung sind solche Pausen für das Gehirn besonders erholsam. Auch wenn ich zu Fuss oder mit der Tram unterwegs war, gab es kein Hintergrundrauschen durch einen Podcast, kein Sprachnachrichten-Abhören. Ich beobachtete und erlebte meine Umwelt. 

Während mein Sohn Hausaufgaben machte, setzte ich mich neben ihn und las in einem Magazin, ohne ständig aufzuspringen, um aufs Smartphone zu schauen. Ich ging im Wald spazieren und hörte das Vogelgezwitscher, weil ich keine Kopfhörer aufhatte. 

Nicht ausgebrannt, nur abgelenkt

Die letzten Monate fühlte ich mich wenig kreativ und fand keine Befriedigung beim Unterrichten – ein Gefühl, das ich in meinen fünfzehn Jahren als Yogalehrerin nie gehabt hatte. Mir schienen die Ideen auszugehen und ich musste mir die Klassen aus den Fingern saugen.

War ich einfach ausgebrannt? Oder war ich mittlerweile zu routiniert, so dass ich mich langweilte? 

Die erste Yogastunde ohne mein Smartphone war eine Offenbarung! Auch meine Yoga-Musik spiele ich via Smartphone-App ab. Seit Apple Music auf Abosystem umgestellt hat, habe ich im Flugmodus keinen Zugang mehr zu meiner Musikbibliothek. Ich schalte deshalb nur auf «Do not disturb.» Das klingt nach keinem grossen Unterschied, aber psychologisch ist er gross: Beschämt muss ich gestehen, dass ich während der Schlussentspannung auch schon Nachrichten gelesen habe.

Vielleicht denkst du: Ist doch kein Drama.

Meine Hauptdroge war nicht im Raum. Ich war nicht abgelenkt und ganz bei der Sache. Wir kennen alle die Befriedigung, die der Flowzustand bringt. Wir sehnen uns danach, vertreiben sie aber paradoxerweise ständig mit unseren Smartphones, mit den unzähligen Entsperrungen und Mikrounterbrechungen. 

Immer mal wieder fasten

Natürlich gab es Momente, wo ich ohne Smartphone auflief. Ich hatte meine Agenda nicht zur Hand, konnte mein Ebanking nicht nutzen und keine Fotos machen. Tram- und Bustickets musste ich am Automaten lösen. Morgens fragte ich meinen Mann, ob er für mich die Wetter-App checken könne. Aber ich wusste, es war nur vorübergehend.

Ich will das Smartphone nicht verteufeln und schätze weiterhin die Abläufe, die es im Alltag erleichtert. Ohne Google-Maps wäre ich oft aufgeschmissen.

Mir war nicht bewusst, wie tief die Gewohnheit von nur mal kurz Nachschauen und doch Hängenbleiben schon eingeschliffen war. 

Ich nehme viel mit aus dieser Digital-Detox, gerade für fokussierteres Arbeiten und fürs Präsentsein im Familienleben. Vielleicht mache ich das jetzt alle paar Monate. 

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31 August 2017No Comments

Teaching yoga and selling honesty

Teaching yoga and selling honesty

Six months ago, I began writing a book about yoga, addiction and recovery. Since then I have been interviewing people in the international yoga world on the subject. I was thrilled when celebrity yoga teacher, author, meditation teacher and former tobacco and marijuana addict Francesca* agreed to answer some questions from me by email.

*not her real name

Francesca attributes her sobriety to the power of mindfulness and the process of becoming aware of one's own psychological make up. (The term sobriety originally denotes abstinence from alcohol, but is now loosely used to describe the recovery from substance abuse in general). Today, Francesca champions the self-healing effect yoga can have, which makes her a perfect fit for my book.

In recent years Francesca has given several interviews about her recovery from tobacco and marijuana addiction. But when I send my questions to her she tells me she can only answer four of them as she is extremely busy. She makes it clear that she wants final say on what will be printed. I feel like my hands are tied before I have even written the first line.

From yoga teacher to modern heroine

Francesca started out as a yoga teacher in the late nineties when, according to her, there were only three major studios in New York. (I assume she means only three with a strong reputation). Later on she co-owned a big studio in Manhattan for twelve years.

Over the last few years she has made a transition that most New York based yoga teachers would die for. Now she is and does so many things that I have trouble wrapping my head around them. She is a producer for an online meditation platform, business owner, mentor, online teacher and public speaker, as well as being a mother and an author.

Francesca is artistic, eloquent and graceful. It seems like there is nothing she can't do. She's a modern heroine. As I watch her videos and listen to her talks, I am struck by her perceptiveness and honesty. Her way of sharing is personal. She speaks like she's one of us.

Her answers to my questions have a different ring to them. She is concise and no fuss. But I get the feeling of being held at arm's length. And I wonder why.

Reconciling mindfulness and escape

When she became a yoga teacher, Francesca had already been smoking marijuana and tobacco for years. She says she used to smoke to escape, to hide, to celebrate, to be sad, to handle hard moments. It was, like so many addictions are, an attempt to run away. But Francesca was lucky enough to be surrounded by friends who, as she puts it, are leaders in the sober world.

At some point one of her mentors told Francesca she couldn't serve “God” if she was getting high every day. One day later she quit.

I cannot help being surprised that these two contradictory lives – the one of the yoga teacher and of the secret smoker – could co-exist for so long. What did it feel like to encourage clarity and self-awareness in her students while not telling the whole truth about herself?

Talking about recovery

Unlike other yoga leaders who have been in the media for this or that scandal, Francesca has been open in talking about her former addiction and the process of recovery. I wonder how she found the courage to go public with her story. Or was it a calculated move?

According to Francesca, discussing her own addiction story publicly has helped hundreds of people become clean. I don't doubt they feel empowered by her story. It's comforting to know that, whatever the issue at hand, we are not alone. Yes, Francesca has struggled with addiction, but she floated out on top. She found a way to turn her redemption into a engaging characteristic.

What is real?

If I compare Francesca's answers to my questions to her other interviews, I can't help but feel that they sound rehearsed. It feels to me like there is an image to be preserved and a story to protect. Which makes me ask the question: What is real about Francesca, her addiction and her story?

Francesca was one of the stars in a North American yoga community that emerged in the late nineties. Around fifteen years later the unethical behavior of its founder was exposed and the community started to decompose overnight. Francesca was one of the first to resign her teaching certification. At the time, she claimed she had been planning to leave and pursue her own path for a long time.

Ever since then Francesca has kept her record clean, even after admitting to her former addiction. However, I have an inkling that a lot of thought and effort goes into watching over how she is perceived. And that started me thinking.

Am I selling honesty?

Yoga helps us arrive at honesty by becoming still and observant. One of the big questions yoga asks is: Can we be honest with ourselves and still embrace the parts of us that we are not proud of? To me, that is the essence of spiritual, or just human, maturity.

At the same time we want to please, to shine, to be seen and appreciated. We have the impulse to cover up the ugly parts of us. Also, I'm sad to say, it has become essential for any yoga teacher to build some sort of public persona to make a living.

As I write this I am spending a week in Andalucia, teaching a yoga retreat. As I observe myself during the yoga sessions, I realize that it's almost impossible to teach without slipping into a role. I think about Francesca and my own work as a yoga teacher and I find myself considering whether even talking openly about our shortcomings has become a sales strategy for yoga teachers. Isn't that how we make people feel at ease and okay with who they are? And isn't that part of what makes them come back for more?

You must be enlightened

Yoga teachers are in a tricky position. We are expected to teach by example. So we feel compelled to understand our own psyche and acknowledge our imperfections. At the same time, there's the undeniable pressure to present ourselves as the one who is already there, already enlightened. We think that to be seen as a leader we need to be flawless.

About five years ago I gained a lot of weight. I felt so ashamed. I was sure people would think: “That's not what a real yoga teacher is supposed to look like.” I finally lost the weight when I became a mother and the world stopped revolving around me, myself and I.



Why do we think taking the seat of the teacher means climbing on a pedestal? Because to some extent it's true. We do need to appear to be leaders to inspire. Over dinner tonight my students here in Andalucia discussed how they would never go to a yoga teacher who doesn't have a more advanced practice than their own. I involuntarily found myself questioning whether my practice is actually “better” than theirs.

This desire to be honest while also projecting a yoga teacher my students can trust creates an inner tension in me. In the yoga world and when more is at stake, the consequences can be terrible.

It breaks my heart to see how many internationally renowned yoga and meditation teachers have been hiding a secret. The recent death of Michael Stone, yoga and meditation teacher and author of eight brilliant books, such as “Awake in the world” and “Yoga for a world out of balance”, is one tragic example out of many.

All his life he had been suffering from bipolar disorder and only a handful of people knew. I think the most powerful thing he could have done for his community would have been to share that even he had a shadow. A recent article by his brother reveals that he was on the brink of revealing his condition. On top of all his suffering he chose to add the stress of hiding and living in fear of being found out. I can hardly imagine how desolate he must have felt.

I believe nothing gives us more credibility than being authentic and vulnerable but putting yourself out there takes courage.

My moral high horse

I have always been adamant that a true yogi shouldn't hide behind a facade. In my heart of hearts, I condemn people like Francesca who have sold their soul in order to appear on glossy magazine covers and be the talk of every Wanderlust yoga festival.

I've always thought that honesty should be rewarded. So deception should be punished right? All things being fair, how can someone who carefully choreographs their own appearance have so many followers? I have friends that I respect who consider Francesca their spiritual mentor. This perplexes me and leaves me with a sense of bitterness, and yes, maybe even envy.

From my moral high horse, I always felt that I have succeeded in being one hundred percent real. When I teach I try to sound like me. But yesterday, as I was listening to myself instructing pose after pose, I realized: It's not possible. I try to sound natural, but I still use a softer voice and more poetic language. I'm not being fake, but this is also not the way I talk to my friends over dinner.


The teacher's persona

All this time I have prided myself on my authenticity. But isn't presenting yourself as the real thing just another strategy in constructing an image as a yoga teacher? I have convinced myself that I am superior, but maybe I'm not. Perhaps none of us can completely help the impulse to control how we are perceived.

After the retreat, I asked a wise student of mine to share her view of the projected teacher's persona. She told me that as long as the yoga teacher isn't obviously putting on an act, the subtle role play makes her feel safe and guided. So perhaps the persona of the teacher is actually necessary for the transmission of knowledge.

I wonder if someone like Francesca has these thoughts too. I can't imagine that a yogi would go through life without questioning themselves time and again. There is only one thing that reassures me: The self-doubt I'm having is a sign that at least there is awareness. This is not so different from an addict shaking off the denial and recognizing his pattern of dependence. Outwardly nothing changes, but being conscious makes all the difference.

8 June 2017No Comments

The typical yoga teacher

The other day I was sitting on a park bench with a friend and fellow yoga teacher. She was thinking out loud and debating whether she should cut back on her part-time job and take on more yoga gigs. Then she turns to me and says: “I don't dare because, you know, I'm just not a typical yoga teacher. I don't feel legitimate.”

My jaw dropped. What on earth is a typical yoga teacher? Because I'm certainly not one of them.

Next thing I know, she tells me how some new yoga teacher moms are doing feverish research into vaccination. Because apparently they're on a mission to find the one correct yogic way to do this. Which is not to vaccinate at all or if you must, then only after age one and a half.

What it takes to be legit

A few moments passed and I started to grasp the deeper meaning of this. Indeed, there are many unspoken rules to being a yoga teacher. There's a lot of shoulding out there. You would think that these rules derive from what students expect from their yoga teacher. But come to think of it, it's the yoga teachers who have set the bar so vertiginously high for each other.

I started thinking about my own situation. The pressure to be and behave a certain way has definitely increased over the years, even though I have always refused to change in order to fit in. Since I have added “mother” to my job description, the dos and don'ts seems to have multiplied.

Here's a little taste of the high ideals we – the yoga teacher guild – impose:You should be at least a vegetarian, if not a vegan. You should eat lots of healthy meals, enriched with super foods, and ideally post photos of them on social media. You should show off your inversions and other contortions on Instagram. Don't forget the hashtags.

If you become a mom, you should breast feed your child for at least a year. After giving birth, you should stay home for as long as you possibly can. Daycare before age one is frowned upon.

You should know about herbal remedies and globuli, because God forbid the child should ingest any Western medicine. You should always be calm and collected. Even with a toddler going through the terrible two phase.

Truth time

I am not vegan. We refrain from eating meat at home. But if I'm a guest and someone offers me meat I won't turn it down. I am fond of the Ayurvedic idea that if someone prepares food for you, it's an offering made with love. So it will be healing.

I only nursed my son until he was four months old. I went back to work because I was self-employed back then. I had no paid maternity leave in Switzerland because I had previously been abroad for too long.

Also, I experienced intense surges of aggression that were directed at my husband. I was up nursing during the night and he was slumbering peacefully by my side. I will be honest, I couldn't handle the (biological) unfairness. I knew that if I didn't gradually start weaning my relationship would pay for it.

So I chose me. I chose the way that made me more relaxed about everything.


I'm not telling my story to make my choices sound good. I am telling it to make a point. If you look behind closed doors, you realize that every situation is different. We cannot apply the same rule to everyone out there.

Being a mother to yourself

Yes, the decisions I have made seem selfish, but were they? They have kept me healthy, balanced and sane. They enabled me to function. Physical and psychological well-being are essential to being a yoga teacher and a mother. Or to anyone who wants to be at service.

I am aware that many people may disagree with me. However, these were the right decisions at that time. I may opt for a different path today. And yet for another one tomorrow.

As yoga teachers, we encourage our students to become inquisitive and observant in order to respond to what they need. And how many times do we speak about the kind of compassion that begins with yourself? “Don't push in your Asana practice, respect your limits, be gentle with yourself.” Yet when it comes to our own decisions, we have the impulse to follow the guidebook. We think that there are some golden rules that can't be bent.

What yoga teaches

About a decade ago, yoga changed my life completely with one simple tool: It has taught me to gaze inwards, make out what is there and react appropriately. When I was newly pregnant, I was still a vegetarian. But one night, I was craving fish. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet. But a voice inside was telling me I needed animal protein.


Any mindfulness practice, not just yoga, gives us the chance to pause, listen and be honest about what would be beneficial at that particular moment. Not what made sense three months ago. Not what we believed in when we were going through the rebellious phase. Only what is wholesome right here, right now.

For me the phrase “typical yoga teacher” implies that there is a right and a wrong way to do things. I might be biased, but it feels to me like we have to fit into that category in order to be a good yoga teacher. Or a loving mom, or a respectable human being. This also means that anything outside of that spectrum is not okay and not good enough.

And how is that compassionate? How is that typical for a yoga teacher?

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