New Pop Culture Yoga Book, Definitely will be chart topper

image I received a review copy of this book, I was not compensated in any way and opinions expressed are my own.

They say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but I think you can judge it by its press release.

"Heartbreak Yoga" by Amy V. Dewhurst is The Sex and The City of modern day spirituality. It is a humorous, thought provoking,soul searching exploration of the heart organ, the heart chakra, romantic heartbreak, loss, grief, grace, yoga, meditation, mantra, kirtan, and self-care.

I’m not a sycophant and nor do I care to read their work.

Part memoir, part yoga how-to and part self-help this offering is guaranteed to have you laughing, crying, and contemplating this thing called love.
Heartbreak Yoga Includes;
-A balanced yoga practice for beginners
-Tips on holistic cures for heartbreak, grief and healthy living
-A step-by-step guide to getting over your ex
-Hilarious, sweet and sad anecdotes of romantic heartbreak
-Poignant tales of grief from around the world
-Interviews, quotes and contributions on healing from world religious leaders, renown yoga
instructors, kirtan wallahs, UN relief workers, zen roshi caregivers to the dying, comparative
religion and anthropology scholars, cardiologists, holocaust survivors, toddlers, Oscar,
Emmy and Grammy winners, nominees, and even some well-loved pets

I have also grown sick of the capitalization and monetization of yoga.  Everyone crawls out of the woodwork, from behind the bottle, under the drug haze, you name it to write a book on how yoga changes their lives.  They were famous, they were movers and shakers, they were rich and felt life just wasn’t good enough or enjoyable enough so they found yoga. 

About the Author:
Author, producer, yogini Amy V. Dewhurst learned filmmaking from
legends including; Sydney Pollack, Martin Scorsese, Kirsten Sheridan
and Richard B. Lewis. To balance the demands of the fast-paced film
set lifestyle, Dewhurst began a disciplined yoga practice. She has since helmed Sara
Ivanhoe’s, Yoganation; Mariel Hemingway’s M. Hemingway Heritage; and has produced
conscious content for Oasis Television. Amy is a contributing writer for Origin Magazine,
LA Yoga & Ayurveda Magazine, Common Ground Magazine and The Free Venice
Beachhead Newspaper. She is currently writing her first feature film, is in development on
a television pilot showcasing practical philanthropy and produces "the spiritual Woodstock
of the decade" Bhakti Fest.

The sad thing is, I have known yoga for a long time, in my soul.  I enjoy sharing it with others.  I barely scrape by and am in debt because of my love of helping others, often times through the practice of yoga. I’m like the reverse yoga love story and I am quite sick of reading about how everyone is light and love all the time.

Yoga also is about embracing the dark parts of yourself.  There is a truth in the inner darkness and simply shining a high powered flood light on your life does not change that.  You are still the vapid, shallow, trite person you always were – now you just get to throw a prayer shawl over your shoulders when you strut around bathing in self-love.  Trust me, there is enough self adoration going around in the yoga world.

Uh-oh, I’m being a debbie downer, un yogic, what have you – I am speaking my truth because I am fed up and ready to move on.  In the yoga world there is a Catch 22, you can’t call someone out on being fake, on being a money hungry capitalist because then you are being judgmental, un yogic, you name it – its all very political. Seriously – because the ones telling you that you shouldn’t and can’t seem to get caught up in as many sex scandals as those in Washington these days.  I love the idea of the Dalai Lama but be serious for a moment, the man has been in exile for decades with no real end in sight and he is now no more than a pop icon to celebrities who drag him out to show their spiritual sides.

Wow, I have really digressed.  So let me get back to the book – the forward – hated it. The dedication – taking a word or idea like Pranam and belittling the meaning by making it akin to thanking your publicist, models, etc. yeah – you can figure out where I stand on that one – the whole usurping of other cultures for more personal gain and “street cred”. The introduction – LOVED IT! No, seriously.  I know I just slammed a whole lot of things but the intro was well written, engaging and captivating – why, because it was authentic. Then the book lost me again by trying to shove too much down my throat, because in the middle of finding out your mom had a heart attack you definitely think your “ precious law of attraction self” wasn’t sure your subconscious mind created everything. How do I know this? Over a decade teaching and two decades practicing – my son has epilepsy and during a seizure I have never once engaged mula bandha to stop my energy from flowing out my asshole to keep at bay that “I may shit myself with fear” feeling that he could die this time.  Never once in an ER, or in a hospital stay did I consciously say “whatever is best for {his} soul will occur” – oh I prayed – I made deals with anything and anyone not to take my baby from me.  So maybe I am not even on the path to enlightenment but I am present every moment with my children, I relish every whiff of their soft skin, every gentle caress they give me as they fall asleep next to me – to me that is yoga.

The writing just jumps around like a jack russel who hasn’t been outside for a while with terse breakdowns of philosophy, anecdotes, and quotes from
celebs” which seem to be willy nilly thrown in without an overall plan. As if finding out that Mariel Hemingway knows heartbreak is somehow relevant to the average woman – well, maybe the type who likes Sex in the City and I think that is where I will close this review.

This book was obviously not for ME. That does not mean this book is not for YOU. If you like name dropping, if you want yoga tied up into a pretty bow, or a chapter that is merely 4 pages long with psychology stages anyone can Google, this book could be for you.  There are people who prefer RedEye to the Economist.  As I used to argue in philosophy class, if you find enjoyment from mud wrestling it is no less valid a pleasure than someone who finds enjoyment from an opera. If you like to read US, People, and pop culture mags, tabloids what have you – this is YOUR book and I in no way mean this as an insult, I just do not consider this book on par with some of the more serious academic works on the market. That being said, I am 100% sure that this book will be a chart topper.