That is exactly the way I feel about yoga: I think about it all the time. I think about it while walking down the road. When I correct my posture while sitting at the computer. I fantasize about breaking into a dancer when I am in the park. And when I am finally practicing I think…
Unhinged
Packing up and leaving a country has something deeply unsettling. It is freeing to discard things we don’t really need but it is also scary. It felt to me like pushing away from shore on our little nutshell of a boat trusting the Seas to take us to our destination. Somehow we became unhinged at…
My biggest teacher
Becoming a parent felt like an overwhelming sense of responsibility to me. I used to be one of those teenagers who never wanted to get married, leave alone having kids. And then life happened. I met my husband, we got married, and well, we had a baby… what can I say, the deeply felt joy…
Vegetarian in progress
I consider myself a vegetarian in progress. The reason being that I still eat fish. I now choose organic when possible and look for the sustainable fishing signs, but really, I feel guilty. For the longest time my excuse was the great sushi in Vancouver. And for the first little while here it was the hering…
A long way home…
I haven’t lived in my home town for about 15 years or so. Every time I visited during those years I was happy to leave again. My husband and I decided to settle here in Jena about a month ago. Funny timing because about a year ago, we decided to move to Germany. Giving it a…
Lost in translation…
Being German begs the question why I started writing this blog in English. I just recently moved back to Germany after 12 years away in Vancouver, Canada. That is also where I started practicing yoga about 10 years ago. So „my yoga“ is – at least for now – „English“. Everything yoga-related in my head is…
Patience is a virtue…
And my patience is wearing thin these days. My husband and I are frustrated by our slow progress of settling in. We are frustrated because we feel the need to get back to work (never thought we would say that). We are also frustrated by our son’s temper trantrums (too much TV and sweeties being…
Home practice?
Writing my first post made me think about ’not having a home practice‘. What I meant is that I rarely roll out my mat at home. Maybe sometimes, on these quiet Sunday mornings, when my son happens to sleep in and I manage to wake up early enough. Did I mention that almost never happens?…
Where it all started…
So here I am, face down on my yoga mat in yoga-more, Charlottenburg. This is my first class in weeks. And I am so grateful to be here today. I find myself praying. Saying thanks for bringing me here. Feeling again how my yoga has been with me for such a long time… working away…
mehrlebenskunst. 