Balancing my Easter eggs

Today is the first time I am writing in my kitchen looking out over a few roof tops. The pale winter sun is trying to break through making the day look a wee bit more friendly. But really, there is a snow dusting on the roof across and I can see the flag at the…

Yoga with an Audience

On Wednesday I woke up at 5 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I snug out trying not to wake my son (my husband sleeps through anything). Looking forward to an extra half an hour of time for myself. I finally finally created some space in my day for home practice. After ten years…

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…

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…

I think about it all the time… (or Yoga in the bathroom)

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…