When we are focusing on our breath, we often visualise that we are breathing in light, or good stuff and we breath out darkness, negativity.
Here is a little experiment : When you are doing this at home, next time I would like you to do the opposite, breath in all the negative and breath out all the positive, as if you want to send out what you want the world to be like instead of emotional dumping.
Let me know how it goes :)
A few life times ago I made a vow. I vowed to dedicate my self to help animals. To alleviate their suffering and help them to be heard. I have tried a few things over the years. I waged a war against the world, but I realised that the war I was fighting against the outside world was also happening inside me…
I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…
I have put together a yoga sequence for people who suffer from lower back pains and especially sciatica. As some of you may know, back injuries have been a big struggle of mine for the last few years…
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!
As you are about to put the Christmas tree away and remove all traces of any festive season activities, before you recycle all these Christmas cards, WAIT! and read on…
We went to the Royal Albert Hall yesterday. It was the first time I had ventured to this mythical venue.
The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Ravi Shankar… just to drop a few names amongst the many great musicians who have blessed this place by their presence.
The place worked its magic on me, as I discovered a little gem. I discovered Gustav Holst.
In this lifetime, I learned to knit with my gran when I was a little girl. I knitted a blanket for my beloved teddy Boulgoum. Then life happened, and I didn’t touch knitting needles until 20 years later, when my son was about 1 and half year old (late 2009).
Back then I was still recovering from an insanely demanding, busy and stressful job which I had lost shortly after the birth of my son and I was wrestling with post natal depression. Then I had the urge to knit. Literally. I bought some acrylic yarn, size 4mm straight needles and I improvised him a scarf here and then…