Coming home

It’s funny being back at my home studio after holidays. It’s a nice ‘homecoming’ to be with my regular teacher again, in a familiar space, and catching up with yogi friends. But the pause, the distance, changes everything. For a while at least. I’m seeing things afresh. I’m more aware of old habits as I…

Elephants and feet

I’m increasingly realising what it means to ground oneself, in āsana practice, in life. How standing tall is a deliberate and powerful act of engagement with the world, even if its power is subtle enough to have eluded me until maybe now-ish. I find myself instructing my students to stand ‘as though they really mean…

Keeping it in the family

I’m realising that when people know you’re a trained yoga teacher there are two reactions: they either expect you to ‘fix’ anything that’s ever been wrong with them and assume you live some kind of austere ascetic lifestyle, or there’s mistrust and cynicism, doubting that you know anything of any value. I don’t think I’m…

Yoga BC

It’s quite a relief to be in British Columbia now, where I can happily speak English, with none of the confusion of bilingual Québec Province where I always felt I was speaking the wrong language, no matter how I played it. Here my sister in law took me to class at her local studio, shame-facedly…

Pioneering on and off the mat

  The days that we spent out east in British Columbia were wonderful. It’s technically a desert environment and the scenery was beautiful. It reminded me of parts of the Mediterranean: the desert sage brush looked from a distance like maquis and smelt a bit like it too. I was a bit frustrated that I…

Change of scene

When I’m at home I love to roll my mat out in the same place each time. I know exactly where I need to be to avoid the lampshade in Urdhva Hastasana… In my local studio I have my favourite spots also, depending on which class it is, how I’m feeling… Oh yes, many attachments…

Bilingual yoga

I’ve been a few days in Montréal this week while Hubby’s been at a conference. While’s he’s been engaged in serious work, I’ve amused myself wandering the city, sitting in cafés writing and people watching. There are some seriously cool people here and I have to say more handsome men in concentration than I’ve ever…

Yoga training

I’m sitting my favourite way on the train — facing backwards. I like to watch the landscape unfold in front of my eyes rather than seeking it out, craning forwards. It’s like what one of my teachers says about receiving an asana rather than grasping for it. If there’s a yoga of train journeys this…

Flow of words

In my teaching this week I was thrown off what I’d prepared by a comment at the start of class which kicked off some ideas in my mind and the moment I opened my mouth I found I was extemporising from her comment instead of doggedly sticking to my prepared plan. The physical sequence was…