A couple of days ago, I rolled out my mat in the living room. For the first time since we moved in three weeks ago. Don’t ask me what took me so long. Maybe the kitchen seemed more appealing because it is somewhat finished and furnished, while our living room is still quite bare with…
Yoga in the kitchen
This morning I finally took ten minutes for a few poses before my son burst through the door into the kitchen. (Our new bathroom is too small to do yoga, you know.) Some part of me was hoping that we would move and everything would just magically fall into place. But, well, life is not…
Today Is The Day
Moving Day is finally here. OMG, I never thought I would look forward to moving boxes again. I was so fed up with packing and unpacking just a little while ago. So we have been cleaning (or trying to anyway) all day to get rid of all the dust that gets left behind if you…
Very Germanic Yoga
A Canadian Yogi friend of mine asked me the other day what the German Yoga scene is like. It has been very interesting to experience essentially the same philosophy in a different cultural context. I started out with a few Bikram classes in Berlin when we stayed there. And while I can see the appeal…
Foot prints on the sky
The other day I walked past this tree and saw a pair of shoes dangeling up in the branches. For a moment, the shoes looked like someone had left footprints on the blue sky… The thought of someone walking and possibly jumping across the sky, bouncing off the little white clouds, effortlessly, had something very…
I walk and I breath…
I walk and I breathe. In. Out. Close off my right nostril. Then my left. There, finally, I can breathe properly, evenly. I slow down. My thoughts and my movement. The thoughts keep coming. Ham-sa. In. Out. I started a walking meditation on my way to work. 15 minutes not thinking, planning, rushing, trying to…
There is a first time for everything including a Bucket List
I hope the way I slept into the New Year won’t be any indication about my energy level for the entire year… the festive season seemed to have taken it out of me. Even the fireworks and crackers outside didn’t wake me up. At least my little family slept very well with me… With the…
Finding my own voice…
Music has always played an important role in my life. I sang in a choir, played instruments for years, had friends who were producing their own music, etc. But still somehow it fell off my radar and I resorted to simply listening. I rediscovered music with my son. I was singing for him when I…
Merry Christmas everybody!
Much has been written about Christmas and it’s two sidekicks drama and happiness. What I find fascinating is, how one day provokes such a variety of reactions. For me, Christmas and its meaning has changed a lot over the years. My son loves the holiday season, the lights, the gifts, of course, everything is so…
mehrlebenskunst. 