my yoga journey
"Enough already!" It depends how you say it. It's either a slightly tetchy way of telling someone to stop doing something or it's a kind acknowledgement of the sufficiency in all things. I'm flip-flopping back and forth at the moment with both ways of talking to myself. I am having serious 'enough' issues, feeling never... Continue Reading →
I found myself quite naturally using the model of koshas when I was talking to a friend recently, a yoga friend that is, so it wasn't as weird as it sounds. She was expressing fear or frustration about decision-making and I was speculating that good decision-making was a matter of getting quiet enough to hear... Continue Reading →
Hubby and I are away for a few days' holiday by the sea as a birthday treat. OK, April in UK isn't exactly beach weather, but we've been enjoying some lovely sunshine, a lot of ozone, and the most wonderful sea view from our balcony. Hotels are fun as a temporary home offering all sorts... Continue Reading →
A busy class means you have much less say in picking your mat neighbours. I was 50% lucky. The guy on one side was someone whose practice I marvel at and I love his internal-ness during practice. He's just solid and it helps me feel grounded and more sure of myself. Great! But 50% lucky... Continue Reading →
Hubby came in and interrupted my practice this morning. He's usually really careful not to do this, but it turned out he thought everything had gone quiet and assumed I'd finished. He planned to tiptoe in to give me a bit of a head/shoulder massage in Śavāsana. Sweet thought! He hasn't realised that my āsana practice is... Continue Reading →
Such a personally terrible day yesterday. If I say the suspect heart attack I was called to attend at work was not the worst bit, you'll get a sense of it... So how to ease the pain I am feeling? Of course by a bit of yoga escapism! Now usually I think of yoga as all about... Continue Reading →
I'm the urban spaceman, baby; I've got speed I've got everything I need I'm the urban spaceman, baby; I can fly I'm a supersonic guy I don't need pleasure I don't feel pain If you were to knock me down I'd just get up again ... I wake up every morning with a smile upon... Continue Reading →
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. It's really unfortunate that Philip Larkin's words are echoing round in my head after a weekend with my parents! It seems super-ungrateful,... Continue Reading →
