Here is a delightful, trippy, chilled-out track, just right for your yoga practice. Breathe deeply, be still on the inside but move on the outside. Practice and all is coming. The guru is within you. Your path is just as personal and unique as you are.
This is a lovely, relaxing piece of music. Be at peace, move gently upon your mat, feel yourself alive, mobile, free, blessed. You are love and you are loved. https://www.mixcloud.com/OROCHIIO/3-hours-of-relaxing-music-465-likes-reikimassagemeditationyogasleepspa-music/
The lady who asked the question I blogged about last week, “Yoga is meant to calm me, so why do I feel so nervous?” asked another great question yesterday. Gosh, I love students who give honest reflections and ask questions! Thanks, honey bunch. After class I noticed that her face wasn’t 100% bliss. Quite the opposite.
I had a great group come along for class yesterday afternoon. We did a practice designed for the legs and the âpana. We all had a good go at some standing balances, with a transition between two postures. And mostly everyone fell out of the poses at least once. Teaching a class is a dynamic,
I read this article today in The Independent: Americans who practice yoga ‘contribute to white supremacy’, claims Michigan State University professor The professor says that the way that yoga is practised in America today amounts to culture appropriation and an offshoot of colonial culture. Ouch. I don’t live in North America, but I have read a lot
This is a brilliant question that I received this week from a newcomer to class. This particular lady was recommended yoga by her doctor, so comes as a special case. Ideally, it must be said, such a person would have private tuition. But, the mere fact that she has managed to make contact and come
Up in the early morning on Saturday, I chanced to spy the alignment of the heavenly bodies. Sun, moon and star traced a straight line in the dawn sky, casting their reflections on the calm surface of the sea. As the heavens sang their coloured glory and the birds their joyful chorus, I was given
Yesterday morning dawned rainy and grey. Around these parts, precipitation is a present, a gift. The chill in the air was invigorating, and the light reflecting on the wet cobblestones a portend of danger, for they are slippery when wet. Sophie and Laurence and I warmed up with a white tea before class, then ventured