A real mixture of writing on many topics, including Ayurveda and Yoga as well as life issues such as women’s empowerment and grief.
I hope it sparks creative thought and debate as well as feeling helpful.
Someone recently asked me why I don’t play music when we practise together, and also if I could cut back the philosophy content and chat a little less perhaps? I explained politely that if this is what they wanted from their practice that’s no problem, but that is not how I view Yoga and so it is not how I teach.
I cannot tell you how frustrating I find this question! I get asked this a lot, and my response is usually ‘its Yoga’. Which is possibly not that helpful. I know that this question is usually asked in compete innocence. There are so many so called ‘types’ of Yoga being offered that it is no wonder people are confused. So I thought I would try to explain things from my perspective.
The ancient Indian art, Ayurveda, the ‘science of life’ has now become an integral part of how I function from day to day, hour to hour, and seasonally. I use it for my own health and wellness as well as to assist other people. How did this all come about, how did I begin this journey of self care and self discovery?
For the heart to need healing it must be broken, right? On some level aren’t all of our hearts broken? Haven’t we all at some point in our lives, from early childhood, experienced disappointment, loss, trust issues, some kind of emotional conflict? All of these things, these emotional happenings, are matters of the heart.
it is about this incredible journey, about falling in love with life again, about maybe for the first time ever in my entire life trusting myself, my own judgement, my own instincts, my intiuition, its about falling in love with myself. It is about being able to say to myself, “yes, you’re doing ok.”
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – (Anais Nin)
I get off the train at Kings Cross station. I walk up until I reach the carnage and detritus, the ugly, twisted, violent beauty of the Caledonian Road.
Just to be yourself is enough. You are a beautiful goddess, wild, free spirited, with wisdom, creativity and courage beyond that which you can even imagine you possess.
I was introduced the other day as ‘A yoga teacher, and a person.’ How refreshing. All to often it can feel that because I teach Yoga I am apart from the regular members of the human race and that I should somehow float just above the ground and glide rather than walk as I am so serene and pure.
I am Nomadic and Rootless, the dictionary definitions of these two words are as follows:
Nomadic: A person who does not stay long in the same place; a wanderer. i.e. Nomadic people travel from place to place rather than living in one place all the time. Synonyms: wandering, travelling, roaming, migrant, itinerant, migratory, vagrant.
Rootless: If someone has no permanent home or job and is not settled in any community, you can describe them as rootless. i.e.These rootless young people have nowhere else to go.…people who refused to integrate within society and instead lived rootless, jobless lives. Synonyms: footloose, homeless, roving, transient .
We are generally seen as our roles or places in society. How often do we meet someone new and the initial question is always ‘what do you do?’ How often do we respond with our current (not necessarily chosen) job role or profession and not say what we actually do?