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copyright the Chronicle February 26, 2014
Next week at Town Meeting four Orleans County towns will vote on a resolution that basically says they don’t want tar sands oil to be shipped through the Portland Pipeline’s Northeast Kingdom oil lines. They are Albany, Glover, Westmore, and Charleston.
Unfortunately, none of those towns are host to the pipeline and would not be directly affected by any such plan.
For years now, Vermont environmentalists have warned about the possibility of the flow of the lines being reversed and Canadian tar sands oil being shipped south and west through them from Alberta to Maine. For two years, 350 Vermont has attempted to show opposition by persuading towns to adopt resolutions at Town Meeting.
Although their efforts were a bit more organized this year, they still seem to be inept at best. One of the towns that would be most severely affected by any oil spill is Barton, yet that town will not be voting this year on a tar sands resolution.
by Tena Starr
ALBANY — An Albany firefighter, who allegedly told police he has a problem with fire and needs help, has been accused of trying to burn down his own department.
Elmer Joerg, 45, of Holland pled innocent last week in the Criminal Division of Orleans Superior Court to a count of second degree arson and another of reckless endangerment. He was held on $250,000 bail.
The fire, which occurred at about 1 a.m. on August 11, ruined all of the Albany department’s vehicles and much of their equipment. The department is back in business, though, due to the generosity of other communities that have donated everything from helmets to trucks.
Police affidavits say that a trail of Natural Light beer cans, as well as game cameras set up in the fire station, led investigators to Mr. Joerg.
The game cameras were set up because of an earlier gasoline theft. Although they were damaged in the fire, the photos were eventually recovered and included several images of an individual inside the firehouse at the time of the fire.
When Albany Fire Chief Donald Peters looked at the pictures he told investigators he believed the man might, in fact, be one of his firefighters. He identified the man as Elmer “Jim” Joerg, Lieutenant James Cruise of the State Police Fire Investigation Unit says in his affidavit. Mr. Peters also had gone by the Joerg residence and noticed an ATV in the yard that matched the description of an ATV a neighbor saw leaving the scene of the fire, police say.
Last Tuesday Chief Peters scheduled a mandatory meeting for all fire department members, in part to regroup and familiarize themselves with their new equipment. Also, a State Police fire investigator individually questioned firefighters, both past and present, in the hope of shedding some light on the fire.
Mr. Joerg was the only Albany Fire Department member who did not attend the meeting. Investigators were told that Mr. Joerg had been taken to the hospital by ambulance the day before with an unknown illness and was in a coma.
Sergeant Jeremy Hill and Lieutenant Cruise went to Mr. Joerg’s home where Jacqueline Joerg said her husband was still in the hospital. She indicated that she did not know the nature of his illness, but it could have been an overdose of some sort or a suicide attempt, she told police.
Mrs. Joerg told police her husband had been very upset that “someone could have started a fire at the station and destroyed all the equipment.”
Investigators found a number of Natural Light beer cans in a barrel on the Joergs’ porch and more on the ground in front of his car. Later they saw a Natural Light can on the side of the road on the Hitchcock Hill Road in Albany and took it as evidence, noting the “born on” date was the same as that on the cans at Mr. Joerg’s house.
On another trip between the Joerg house and the fire station they noticed a second Natural Light can, again with the same “born on” date as those at the Joergs’ home.
On August 14, the day after the fire department meeting, police investigators were able to interview Mr. Joerg at North Country Hospital. He initially denied being involved in setting any fire at the Albany fire station.
But when police explained to him that they had pictures, his beer cans, and that his ATV and jackets matched those witnesses saw, “He bowed his head and was nodding yes and finally agreed that it was him,” Lieutenant Cruise’s affidavit says.
Mr. Joerg allegedly told police he’d gone to the station on his ATV and used his firefighter’s access code to get into the back door of the station. He’d forgotten to bring a lighter with him, so he used the kitchen stove to set some paper on fire, lit cardboard with that, and ultimately lit the cab of fire engine number one, he allegedly told police.
Mr. Joerg said he then fled the scene and later returned as an Albany firefighter.
Monica Grondin told State Police Fire Investigator Detective Sergeant David Sutton she saw someone inside the firehouse about 1:15 that morning. After leaving the building, he started his ATV and drove along the shoulder of Main Street past her home with the headlights off, she said.
In the course of the first interview with investigators, Mr. Joerg allegedly told them “he set the fire because he had a problem with fire and thinks about setting fires often, and has urges to set fires that he is usually able to control.
“He also advised that he is a danger because he set this fire and admitted that he would not have minded dying in this fire,” Lieutenant Cruise says in his affidavit.
Police interviewed Mr. Joerg a second time, and he went into more detail, saying he’d also tried to set fire to the rescue vehicle.
He also allegedly said that he’d panicked and pulled down the smoke alarm in the building.
Mr. Joerg said he’d set about seven fires over the past ten years but no one had been injured in them, police said.
His criminal record includes charges in Vermont, New Jersey, and Rhode Island.
He has been charged with giving false information to a police officer and possession of marijuana in Vermont.
In the late 1980s, in New Jersey, he was convicted of sexual assault, arson and larceny. A charge of making a terrorist threat was reduced to disorderly conduct.
In Rhode Island in the 1990s Mr. Joerg pled no contest to assault with a deadly weapon and breaking and entering.
If released from jail, Mr. Joerg is ordered by the court to have no contact with any member of the Albany Fire Department and to stay at last 300 feet away from the fire station.
A competency and sanity evaluation has been ordered.
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by Chris Braithwaite
ALBANY — Jim and Kathy Goodrich have a nice home with a porch along the entire west side that overlooks acres of neatly trimmed lawn and, about a mile away, the long, sinuous ridgeline known as Lowell Mountain.
Now that view is dominated by the 21 towers of the Lowell wind project, their blades reaching 460 feet high. And the house is for sale at a discounted price.
“What I came here for is gone,” said Ms. Goodrich, a Wolcott native who worked for IBM in Chittenden County and then spent ten years with her husband in a landscaping business.
“This was going to be where I spent the rest of my life — quiet, peaceful, relaxed,” Ms. Goodrich continued. “But I can’t stay here.”
One of the features their home has lost is the quiet, the couple says.
“Sometimes they’re really loud,” Ms. Goodrich said. In one hot spell, with the bedroom windows open and two fans running, she recalls, “I could hear them over everything. It was some kind of roar.”
“It’s really hard to explain what it sounds like,” Mr. Goodrich said. “To me, it’s mechanized gears, but mixed in with a swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.”
He suspects that the turbines often exceed the limits imposed when the state Public Service Board (PSB) gave the project its certificate of public good. Mr. Goodrich sounds unconvinced by Green Mountain Power’s claim that its turbines have remained within those limits — 45 decibels outside, 35 inside — 99 percent of the time since they began to spin in late 2012.
Ms. Goodrich thinks the noise limits miss the point.
“I don’t doubt that most of the time they’re in compliance,” she said Monday. “But to me, those guidelines are too much for people to handle, hour after hour after hour.”
The couple is not sure whether the turbines are affecting their health. Mr. Goodrich recently experienced blade flicker for the first time, as the sun set behind the turbines and cast their moving shadows into the house.
“That really irritated me,” he said. As a young man, he said, he couldn’t go into a disco club because of the effect strobe lights had on him. “That night it really freaked me,” he said of the flicker.
As for the noise, Mr. Goodrich said, “I’ve got an idea it’s affecting my health, but I don’t know. I know it has an effect on our talking to each other. I get cranky. She gets cranky.”
“It’s frustrating,” Ms. Goodrich agreed. “It’s beyond our control. I can ask him to turn the TV down, but they don’t listen up there,” she added, gesturing to the turbines.
Underlying the couple’s personal concerns is their anger about the project’s environmental impact.
“For me it’s about what they did to the top of the mountain,” Ms. Goodrich said. “I’m a Vermonter. I respect what we have here. Now that it’s there it’s the interrupted views, the noise, the stress it’s brought into our lives. It’s everything.
“I wouldn’t have any problem in the world with green power,” she continued. “But it seems that they took away more green than they’ll ever give back.”
The third member of the household, a small dog named Sophie, “gets really skittish when the turbines are noisy,” Ms. Goodrich said. “At times I can’t get her to take a walk down the driveway.”
Molly Two lives just down the hill, where Goodrich Road meets the Eden Road. The big dog sticks close to Paul Martin if he takes her outside when the turbines are running. She has become gun shy, and she’s started going to the bathroom on the floor of the Martin house.
The Martins’ horses were spooked by the turbines at first, Mr. Martin said, but seem to have grown used to them now.
When the wind’s right they hear the turbines outside. Mr. Martin described the noise as “just a big rumble like a jet.”
“With a lot of that thud, thud thud,” his wife, Rita, added.
When he goes outside, Mr. Martin said, “my ears will start ringing to beat hell. They never did that before.”
As for Ms. Martin, he said, “She woke me up one night and said ‘My heart is pounding terrible.’ I could hear the thud thud from the towers.”
“For some reason my heart wanted to beat in that rhythm,” Ms. Martin recalled.
“We were told we wouldn’t hear them” by the people from Green Mountain Power, Mr. Martin said.
Since they’ve put an air conditioner in the bedroom the turbine noise doesn’t disturb their sleep, the Martins said, though they still hear them on some nights.
When they moved onto the Eden Road in 1974, their place was at the end of the road. Now, the Martins say, people wanting to view the turbines generate considerable traffic past their home.
They say they’ve thought about moving, but are not sure they could sell their homestead.
“Who’d buy it?” Ms. Martin asked with a shrug.
“What most bothers me is the destruction it’s done on top of the mountain,” Mr. Martin said.
“Paul’s taken both our kids up the mountain,” before the turbines arrived, his wife said. “Thank God he did, too. It will never be the same.”
A bit closer to the turbines, at her home on the Bailey-Hazen Road, Shirley Nelson has a list of symptoms that have arrived since the wind project started spinning. She has a ringing in her ears, and sometimes worse.
“This morning it felt like a pin sticking in my ear,” she said Monday. “I have headaches, usually around my temples but sometimes like a band wrapped right around my head.
“One of my daughters gets migraines within an hour of visiting our house,” Ms. Nelson added.
“Both Donny and I wake up in the middle of the night because it sounds like something coming out of the pillow,” she said, referring to her husband, Don. “I never said much about it, because I thought I was crazy.”
Then she found a research paper by Alec Salt, Ph.D., from Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri, entitled “Wind Turbines can be Hazardous to Human Health.”
He writes about very low frequency sound and infrasound, which wind turbines generate in turbulent winds. “Our measurements show the ear is most sensitive to infrasound when other, audible sounds are at low levels or absent,” Dr. Salt writes.
Thus infrasound can be most troublesome when other sounds are blocked by house walls or even a pillow, he continues. “In either case, the infrasound will be strongly stimulating the ear even though you will not be able to hear it.”
That can cause sleep disturbance, panic, and chronic sleep deprivation leading to high blood pressure, the paper says.
“Some days I am very tired,” Ms. Nelson wrote in an e-mail Monday. It is hard to stay awake on such days, she added, and “it is hard to concentrate and I find I am unable to do simple things like balancing a checkbook.”
The Nelsons routinely see turbine flicker in their home as the sun goes behind the towers. It sends shadows spinning slowly across their refrigerator, their floors and across the lawns outside.
“It’s just really annoying,” Ms. Nelson said.
Dislike of the turbines and their effects is not universal in the neighborhood. Albert and Esther Weber live a little west of the Martins on the Eden Road, just across the Lowell town line.
“I hear them, but they’re not offensive to me,” Mr. Weber said. “I figure the wind should do some good for a change. The wind ripped the roof off my house. It should make some electricity, and it should make our taxes go down.
“I love the windmills,” Ms. Weber said. “I’ve always loved windmills since I was a girl in school, and learned about Holland. When they said they were going to put some up here, I was thrilled.”
She likes to see the towers glowing on the mountain in the early morning light, and finds that the afternoon shadows flickering in the backyard “look kind of neat.”
Further down the road Carl Cowles said he hears the turbines almost all the time, and they bother him. “I think I hear them more at night than in the daytime,” Mr. Cowles added. “I do wake up, and I hear them. I don’t know exactly what woke me up.”
When he’s not traveling around the world on business, Kevin McGrath lives on the other side of the mountain on the Farm Road in Lowell. He recalls a visit from a friend, another Lowell resident who had voted in favor of the wind project. Mr. McGrath was complaining about the turbine noise.
“He said, ‘We’ll listen for the noise as soon as the jet plane goes away.’ I said, ‘That is the noise.’”
“It sounds like a plane that never lands,” he said. He measures the sound with a hand-held meter.
“At times it is under 45 decibels outside,” he reports. “You don’t have anything to say. This is the way it is.”
“People like myself, who have had the land for 20 or 25 years, aren’t used to this new intrusion into their lives. If you have a leaky faucet in your sink, is it below 35 decibels? Yes it is. But not being able to turn it off will drive you crazy. It’s an intrusion.”
Mr. McGrath has bombarded the Department of Public Service with complaints that the turbines have kept him and his guests awake at night. He’s currently asking Green Mountain Power (GMP) for detailed data about wind speed and other weather conditions, which he wants to pass on to his own, independent noise expert.
“They’re kind of waffling on that,” he said of GMP in a telephone interview Tuesday.
“We’re talking to Kevin,” GMP spokesman Dorothy Schnure said Tuesday. “We’re going to continue to talk with Kevin.”
But Ms. Schnure didn’t say GMP would provide the data he’s seeking. Instead, she emphasized that the utility stands ready to test any home near the project, to see how much its structure reduces outside noise. Then the utility would put an outside meter near the house, to provide an approximation of turbine noise inside the home.
So far, she said, “no one has taken us up on the offer.”
GMP announced last week that in a test period from May 22 to June 5 its project did not exceed the PSB noise limits.
However, in two earlier test periods noise exceeded the limits for a total of just over four hours, the release said.
The PSB has scheduled a hearing for August 8 to decide what sanctions should be imposed on GMP for the violations.
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by Chris Braithwaite
copyright the Chronicle 12-26-12
ALBANY — Lisa Robinson spends a good deal of her time crashing through the woods or running through the brambles behind a big rangy dog named Redford who might quite possibly be pursuing a cat.
Though she’s not a young woman, and runs on two surgically replaced hips, Ms. Robinson’s accounts of these expeditions suggest that she enjoys every minute of them.
Redford is a bloodhound, and Ms. Robinson makes him — and herself — available to people who have lost household pets.
She and Redford have looked for a Westy that wandered off from his new home in Pownal, in the far southwest corner of Vermont, and a Chinook sled dog in Richford, on the Canadian border.
They’ve looked for a Siamese cat in Barre and a mother-and-son pair of Labrador retrievers in West Glover.
Ms. Robinson doesn’t think there are any other bloodhounds available in Vermont to search for lost pets. She’d like people to know about Redford so they’ll call her when their pet’s trail is still fresh. All too often, she says, by the time people locate her by word of mouth their pet has been missing for several days.
That doesn’t stop Redford. Ms. Robinson says her young bloodhound exhibits the tracking skills his breed is famous for, and can track a missing animal long after it has disappeared from home.
The problem, she says, is that she and the dog can only cover so much ground in a day. She hangs on tight to his leash on a hunt, for fear that his exuberance for his job will lure him so far ahead of her that he will become one of the missing pets himself.
Redford doesn’t always track down a missing pet.
On several searches, Ms. Robinson says, he’s led her and the missing pet’s owner over long distances to surprising locations, where the animal was eventually found.
But sometimes the trail just comes to a bewildering end, leaving Redford wandering around in uncertain circles. When that happens, Ms. Robinson suspects the worst — someone picked the pet up and made off with it. That, sadly, is how the search for the West Glover dogs ended, several miles from their home.
In Barre, the missing Siamese cat showed up the day after Ms. Robinson and Redford had climbed into her aging Subaru and headed home to Albany. The happy owners believe Redford led them close to it — what self-respecting Siamese would rush out of hiding to greet a drooling bloodhound? — and the cat followed their familiar scent home.
Redford, at three and a half, is a relatively new recruit. Ms. Robinson got him from a bloodhound rescue group after he was abandoned in Alabama.
He’s a replacement for Thurber, the bloodhound who taught Ms. Robinson the art of tracking. Thurber is memorialized, in a way, on the sweatshirt his owner was wearing during an interview last week. It’s decorated with a sketch of a big dog, most likely another bloodhound, by the great American humorist James Thurber.
Ms. Robinson’s first bloodhound was named after the humorist — she has a friendly but offbeat cat named Dillon, and a matching pair named Cassidy and Sundance — and Thurber, like Redford, was a rescued animal. Their owner thinks the dogs’ difficult early lives only enhanced their ability to find lost animals. They know what it’s like to be out on the streets, she says.
Thurber was killed by a condition called bloat, and Ms. Robinson is anxious that other dog owners — particularly owners of large dogs — be more aware of its dangers.
“It’s something that really worries me,” she says. “It affects the large breeds, the big-chested dogs that tend to gulp their food.”
When the condition strikes, Ms. Robinson says, the dog’s stomach swells to look like a barrel and, if tapped, to sound like one too. The condition is also called torsion, she says, because the dog’s stomach can start to twist, and actually flip over.
If it strikes, Ms. Robinson says, “there is no time. You’ve got to get to a vet.”
Untreated, she says grimly, a stricken pet faces “a horrible, painful death.”
Since Thurber’s death, Ms. Robinson watches her three bloodhounds closely for bloat, and tries to keep them as still as possible for an hour or so after eating.
At home when he’s not working, Redford is a big, floppy, affable young dog. This visitor had just left a dog at home, so Redford took a careful inventory of boots, pant legs, shirt cuffs, gleaning heaven knows how much information in the process.
He shares a big fenced enclosure with Simon, a seven-year-old bloodhound who quickly demonstrates a timidity that, his owner says, makes him unfit for tracking.
A good tracker, she says, “needs to be bold and friendly.
“Bloodhounds are stubborn,” she adds. “They want to find that scent. They don’t care what’s at the end of it.”
When working, she says, Redford ignores people he would otherwise spend time visiting, and anything he finds along the trail. She’s been amazed to see him stride heedlessly past bear scat, moose scat, deer scat, even a deer. But he proudly brought her the frozen scat left behind by that missing Westy.
A third bloodhound, Waseeka, has settled pretty permanently on a rug under a table in Ms. Robinson’s log house. More than 12 years old, Waseeka has lost much of her vision and her hearing.
There are two horses in a paddock, a Morgan and a Tennessee walker, along with three outside cats and five inside cats, all rescued animals.
Ms. Robinson and her dogs haven’t gone looking for lost people. That job involves a lot of legal regulations, she says, and a lot of paperwork.
She held a job for years at Kodak in Rochester, New York, before she and Thurber moved to the Northeast Kingdom almost 12 years ago. Working with that large corporation left her “tired of doing what somebody told me to do.”
But when she’s looking for a lost pet, Ms. Robinson strives to do what Redford tells her to do.
When a dog and handler team makes a mistake, she says, it’s almost always the handler’s fault.
“It’s all about Redford,” she says. “I’m just his translator and his transportation. He’s the one who knows what’s going on.”
To help dogs like Redford do their job, Ms. Robinson suggests that pet owners wipe each of their animals with a bit of clean cloth, and put the cloth aside in a sealed and labeled plastic bag.
If the pet ever should come up missing, she says, that will give Redford something to work with.
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by Natalie Hormilla
copyright the chronicle June 20, 2012
CRAFTSBURY — Even if you don’t take yoga classes around here, you’re probably familiar with Margaret Pitkin. Maybe you grew up with her in Albany, or went to school with her at Lake Region, or maybe you’ve seen the many posters of her in various asanas — also known as yoga poses — in flyers of her tacked to local bulletin boards.
Those who do know Ms. Pitkin through yoga likely know another fact: that she’s Vermont’s first and only fully certified Anusara yoga teacher — or she was, until she gave up her license in light of Anusara founder John Friend’s very public fall from grace earlier this year.
But to fully understand the significance of such a decision, let’s back up to the beginning.
Ms. Pitkin first got into yoga about ten years ago, while attending Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts, where she was studying geology.
“I was pretty skeptical,” she said, of yoga. “Growing up here, I wasn’t exposed to it. I thought it was something for people from southern California.”
Ms. Pitkin, who has the limbs of someone you just know is disciplined, says she couldn’t touch her toes when she first started. “People never believe me when I say that.”
She took classes from Deb Neubauer, a well-known yogini who taught in the Anusara style.
“So basically I did Anusara from the beginning,” she said.
After graduation in 2004, Ms. Pitkin returned home and began attending a yoga class at the Craftsbury library. It just happened to be an Anusara yoga class.
After about a year of being home, she began traveling back to Northampton to study with an old philosophy teacher, which Ms. Pitkin considers a cornerstone of her approach to yoga.
The following spring, she drove to Los Angeles, California, to visit her sister, Roberta, and to attend a teaching workshop taught by Mr. Friend.
“That was my first time with John Friend,” she said. “That made me feel really solid about Anusara, because I really liked him.” She said he was very positive and good at making people feel comfortable.
When she got back to Vermont, her yoga teacher was pregnant and needed a substitute teacher. Ms. Pitkin said she didn’t want to do it at first, because she didn’t feel qualified and was scared of speaking in public.
“But once I started doing it, I really liked it,” she said. “It was easier than I thought to articulate my experience.”
She began training with Ms. Neubauer in Northampton regularly, and attending many teacher trainings and immersions all over the country.
“I’d fly to Miami, California, Arizona,” she said. She said she spent “thousands of hours and tens of thousands of dollars,” to study and train to become an Anusara yoga teacher.
“Since 2006, I’ve spent about one weekend a month traveling to some sort of training, up until about the end of 2011,” she said. “Which was right when some of this stuff started to come out.”
The “stuff” are the allegations made by many Anusara yoga teachers and community members against Mr. Friend since the short-lived website jfexposed.com launched earlier this year. (The site has since been shut down.) Some are sexual in nature: that Mr. Friend had affairs with several of his female teachers, some of whom were married; and that he formed a “Wiccan coven” with several female teachers and employees. Some are financial: that he froze employees’ benefits plans and gave moneymaking opportunities to members of the “coven” over others. And some are just unprofessional: that he was forcing employees to personally accept deliveries of marijuana at his offices, that he was showing up ranting and unprepared to the teaching workshops that cost students hundreds of dollars a pop, that he was manipulating his better known teachers by withholding opportunities that only he could make possible. The list goes on.
“When it first came out, I had a bad feeling about it, but I wanted to wait and see,” Ms. Pitkin said.
She said she had seen him publicly shame people at workshops and that she did feel his teaching had slipped from when she first began studying with him. She said that if anyone spoke up, Mr. Friend would bully them out of the community.
“He had so much clout internationally. If John decided he was going to promote you, you’re made,” she said. “The way he set up the whole power structure of the whole thing, it was like if anybody had a problem with John, it was their fault. Like, ‘you’re not really being open-hearted.’”
Ms. Pitkin formally resigned from Anusara in May.
The Anusara yoga school was founded by Mr. Friend in 1997, and has grown to have over 1,000 licensed teachers all over the world, according to anusara.com.
“I gave up my license, which means I can’t use the word ‘Anusara.’ Technically that’s all it means. Which, if you think about it, is … ridiculous, because that’s the only thing I’ve ever studied,” she said.
Ms. Pitkin can still teach any other style of yoga.
“Anusara yoga was invented by John Friend, or at least, it’s credited to him, and then he made it into a corporation,” she said. “So it was a business and a style of yoga. He trademarked the name, the idea of the Universal Principles of Alignment.”
One of the defining traits of an Anusara class, as opposed to some other styles of yoga, is the touchstone of a philosophical theme woven into the approach to each class.
Ms. Pitkin says the philosophical component is one of the things that really drew her to Anusara. She said the physical component is powerful, and that she’s even healed injuries with yoga, but that “it’s not the piece I find absolutely indispensable, for myself. If someone said, ‘ok, you’re going to a desert island and you only get one practice,’ that’s probably the one I’d get rid of. I’d bring my books.”
Asked how her classes have changed since leaving Anusara behind, Ms. Pitkin said, “I think that’s still in process. There was a real community of arrogance in Anusara that I bought into. Like, ‘I know so much, I’ve studied so much,’ like Anusara was the best style in the world. There was this culture of ‘I’m the best’ and John really built it that way.”
“The main thing that’s changed for me is that I’ve lost my arrogance about what I know and do not know,” she said.
She said one student “felt like my presence as a teacher has changed. She felt like I was more humble and more respectful of people’s experience.”
She said that yoga is about release, and that it helps you see more clearly, including yourself. She said that the changes in her life before and after yoga have been extreme.
“I was really mean,” she said, laughing. “I feel like I was pretty shut down. I had a lot of defense mechanism-type walls up. How I engaged with the world was to attack it. The amount I’ve softened is amazing.”
It doesn’t sound like the end of Anusara is the end of her yoga practice. “If anything, it’s going to get way better. I’m going to get better.”
She said she wants to let her whole Anusara experience fall apart, “like compost. In order for something from the past to be nutritious for the future, it has to dissolve.”
As part of her yoga studies, Ms. Pitkin has been in a two-year-long meditation course with Paul Muller-Ortega of Santa Barbara. She studies Neelankantha meditation, which involves “listening to a lot of teleseminars on my iPod.” She also studies philosophy with both Mr. Muller-Ortega and Douglas Brooks, who is a professor at the University of Rochester. This is another facet of her yoga studies, which requires a lot of time and travel.
“It’s pretty much what I do in my free time,” she said.
She said the types of philosophy she studies “both could fall under the very broad category of nondual Hindu Tantra. In a very broad sense, it’s the basic sort of belief that there is not a separation between matter and spirit. That there’s really only one essential thing that’s making up everything. That all the structures of the universe are working via that same essential power, or flow of energy, or however you want to put it.”
She said nonduality is about “pulling yourself out of the duality of life — pleasure and pain — and to not be at the whims of the roller coaster of life.”
Ms. Pitkin currently teaches seven weekly classes in Craftsbury, Burlington, Hardwick, West Glover and Morrisville. She also teaches workshops in those towns as well as Montpelier.
She said that when she first started teaching she didn’t think supporting herself from full-time yoga would be possible. “Because I mean, look where we live. Where are the people that would take yoga class?”
She’s been able to teach full time since this winter. In the summer, she does still work two days a week for Annerscaping, the landscaping company owned by Anners Johnson of Albany.
She used to work landscaping full-time while still teaching classes. “It’s taken a long time to build up, to get my name out there basically.”
She says the reality of being a successful yoga teacher is a lot of time spent not teaching, but “working on my website, answering e-mails, trying to come up with descriptions. A lot of the work is on the computer.”
“I love teaching,” she said. “I get a little burned out on the constant e-mail — Internet thing, but teaching is not like work to me. I get so much out of it.”
Ms. Pitkin lives in Craftsbury with her partner, Gabriel Tempesta. She will turn 30 in August.
She plans on doing yoga for the rest of her life.
“I’ll definitely be like 90 and still teaching yoga,” she said. “That’s my plan.”
She’s even got a name for her new style of yoga. “I’m calling it Wild Blue Yoga, which is just a blend of what I’ve learned.”
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