Hotel yoga

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…

The luck of yoga class

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…

Clowning around

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…

At the end of the day

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…

Yoga lyrics

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…

The secret formula

I saw one of my teachers recently whom I haven’t seen in a while and perhaps only a few times since TT. We had a great chat after the class he gave. He asked whether I was teaching and because he’s one of those quiet steady types with eyes that see right into you, I found…

Yoga Odyssey

In a different life I spent years studying Homer’s Odyssey. It’s an epic and it’s in Ancient Greek, so that’s why so many years were needed to achieve even my simplistic understanding!  Dressed up as an adventure story, it’s ultimately a poem about nostalgia — a longing to return home, a bittersweet sense of something lost infused…

And music sets me free

Some time ago now my teacher — who doesn’t demo much in class — came and took side angle alongside me, exaggerating his breathing so it was audible to me; I matched my breath to his and all of a sudden he’d exhaled the front hand right down onto the ground, although mine usually mine stays in a…

Country mouse yogini

I committed the ultimate London yoga studio faux pas — I spoke to people in the changing room!! I had had a great class. …Well apart from two name calls from the teacher during class which I found slightly embarrassing — being asked to translate Sanskrit after the opening chanting (of course not a chant I…