One of the best bits about being a yoga teacher (other than I can legitimately wear stretchy yoga pants all day) is that I get to work with awesome humans. I have the joy of helping them find practical tools and solutions to help become even more awesome, through their journey with this little ole’ thing called yoga….Read More
I am currently in the throws of being a student on an Advanced Teacher Training course. Yep – I’ve gone back to bending school and my inner yoga geek could not be more delighted....Read More
You do it. I do it. I bet even the Dalai Lama, if his bare sole (or even his bare soul, for that matter) was to unexpectedly come into contact with a particularly pointy bit of Lego as he made his way to his meditation, would mutter one or two....Read More
I hate yoga. It has changed my life. It allows me to see myself for who I really am. It brings a massive magnifying glass up to all the things I need to work on in my life, emotionally and physically. It challenges me every single time I get on my mat. It makes me see all my limiting beliefs, shortcomings, flaws and strengths.
Oh – no – wait. Those are the reasons I love yoga…don’t I?
And this is me. The yoga teacher and business-owner in a love-hate relationship with the very thing she teaches and relies on for her income. It’s what the kids might call “awks”...Read More
Soft, melodic chanting can be heard gently playing over the sound system. From the organic, vegan snack bar wafts the scent of something green being juiced and mixed with other tasty things to create a too-good-for-you-to-taste-nice smoothie. Draped over rustic wooden benches are the beautiful bendy people; comparing notes about who has just returned from their 15th life-changing pilgrimage to Mysore/Bali/somewhere very spiritual just outside the M25.
“WELL WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT?” Her voice carries over the kale-crusher...Read More
I clearly remember the dread I felt before my first yoga class. I was going because I wanted arms like Madonna (circa 1999; see ‘Beautiful Stranger’ video for reference; apparently she got them by doing a trillion hours of Ashtanga a day). But even the desire for beautiful biceps, toned triceps, and deltoids so tight you could bounce a pound coin off them, wasn’t enough to get me skipping through those church hall doors.Read More
“Goodness me,” said George as she reached for another bottle of ginger beer from her reclined position on the sofa, “today’s adventure was splendid!”. “You’re right,” said Anne, with a tired sigh. “But I’m glad we’re home. What a shame we haven’t got any time to do our yoga practice.” “It is a shame,” agreed Julian. “We’ve only got a few minutes before mother will have dinner on the table. Plus all my kit is dirty and Timmy chewed a hole in my mat.” “Rubbish!” exclaimed Dick. “Even with 5 minutes we can do a practice. And if I were you I’d lay off those gassy ginger beers, George. We know it wasn’t Timmy who made that noise last time you did a forward fold.”....Read More
It’s that time of year again when my duvet begins to generate it’s own magnetic force-field. The closer I get to it the more I’m drawn towards its cosy, squishy, warm loveliness, and the longer I want to stay..Read More