my yoga journey
Numbers again. This time celebrating a birthday -- my mum's 80th. Not that she's counting. She says this feels ridiculous, that she simply can't believe she's 80. And she doesn't look it, I tell her, and I mean it. We zipped down recently to spend a weekend with her and my dad. Time always flies... Continue Reading →
I've been avoiding someone from my past life for a while now. They hurt me a lot, in ways I'm only just coming to recognise, let along come to terms with. For the past few months these memories, long suppressed, have come out in my yoga practice. That's my laboratory and place of experimentation. How... Continue Reading →
So I've finally had my troublesome tooth taken out. It's been grumbling for a long time and I consulted with various experts to see if it could be saved... Turns out not. So facing one of my greatest fears, I went for an extraction. The last time I had a tooth out it was agonising,... Continue Reading →
Again a quick word from my TT whirlwind, to capture a moment, although I am too tired for careful words. Stay with me, my beloved readers. At the end of the day on my mat, a circle of yoginis around me, I don't know how many. My eyes were blinded by tears and I was hanging... Continue Reading →
