That feeling of no longer being a twenty-something with its insecurities and floaty-ness and now actually being a “grown-up” person, grounded and contented in her own skin, whilst still looking 20, was wonderful since the moment it started – today exactly one year and a day ago. Yesterday, my 32nd year on this earth started, time to take a moment and reflect.
A few weeks ago, on a Thursday, I started my journey towards Wandsworth where I teach a weekly Flow + Meditation class. It wasn’t a particularly special day, until something unexpected happened. Here an account of a yogi's (not always very Zen-like) mind.
[Breathe in] Just hangin’ out with my good old bicycle, my trusted steel horse for many years.
[Breathe out] I do have to be careful today as I forgot my helmet at Wandsworth after yesterday’s class!
[Breathe in] Note to self: Be aware of any traf...
Just when I thought that the move to London had changed my giant, explosive-at-the-vet, fur-ball into a polite British kitty, his actions in this morning’s consult quickly proved me wrong.
Normally, a vet consult is impossible with Lewis; no cat behaviourist can change that. Whilst he is a little lamb at home, he won’t and never will let himself be touched by a fellow white-coat wearer.
This veterinary consult was different: she could fondle him all over as he acted like a rag doll*. So, when the...
As I see it, Yoga (or rather, Asanas) is all about straight, strong lines. Tweaking the body into a pose to create one long line from pinkie toe to pinkie finger or from tail bone to the crown of your head, to create space in the body for the organs, breath and Prana – or life force.