Decluttering

My husband wants to move. Our place is quite small, a two bedroom apartment -- or you could say it's a one bed apartment with a yoga room 🙂 After two years of working from home in a space small enough that we can hear every detail of each other's meetings and phone calls, he... Continue Reading →

March 7, 2022 2

You are already home

Have the courageTo soften.Receiving this breath. Rest hereIn the safety of this sanctuary.You are already home. (Lizzie Lasater) I am writing this at home. Not my adult-version, married-woman home. Not quite my family home, where I spent my whole childhood. But I am at least nearby to my parents' house, visiting them in a covid-secure... Continue Reading →

September 5, 2021 4

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... Continue Reading →

August 11, 2017 3

Grumbles and aches

I'm doing a lot of sweet-talking to my body at the moment, coaxing it to move, to loosen up, to come on a journey with me. All my muscles are hurting, some of them pretty uncomfortable, with old injury points reasserting themselves for no good reason. It's not an excess of practice, I think it's... Continue Reading →

May 30, 2017 2

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... Continue Reading →

April 19, 2017 4

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... Continue Reading →

March 18, 2017 6

In praise of husbands — and KD

So I am BEYOND EXCITED that I have just booked tickets for Krishna Das's kirtan in London this summer. Anyone else going, I wonder? And I am also beyond excited that a beautiful friend of mine (lost for more than a decade, recently very happily reunited) is coming with me. She's new to KD, new... Continue Reading →

February 9, 2017 6

Mind the step

I've just stepped on the train heading home after a weekend with my parents. A 4 hour train journey ahead, laden with food from my mum (including a piece of her chocolate cake!). Suddenly she asked anxiously, "How will you spend your time on the train? Do you need a book to read?" She always... Continue Reading →

January 22, 2017 2

Days of love

I had a lovely phone chat with my mum today. All seems well with her and my dad, so I'm happy. And they are coming to stay soon too. This feels like a gift to me to have them in my home and be able to look after them and keep them fed and comfortable. Not that they... Continue Reading →

October 21, 2016 0

Me and the tree. “Tim-ber!!!”

We have a beautiful mature ash tree in our garden. I love this tree so much! It's one of the reasons we bought our place, and it brings me such joy to see the birds, animals, and insects that live in and around it. Because of the pleasure it brings me, I feel very protective... Continue Reading →