A different kind of diary

I used to write a diary as teenager, I guess as many do. And actually I started using one again about eight years ago when I was going through some rough patches. But it was always just for me and I never shared it with anyone. To me writing this blog feels like I am…

An alphabetic Ode to Vancouver

Last week I read this great post about An Alphabet of Gratitude. At the time I was planning to write an alphabet of gratitude (or things we like) with my son, however, feeling a wee bit homesick during the last day or so, I came up with an A-Z of things I miss about Vancouver…

I got myself a job.

Finally. The job search is over. You would think that I would be full of joy and excitement. Well, truth is I am not. I am sort of working myself up to it. Everyone around me is pleased, saying things like that is a great Christmas present or such better news than the weather (really?)…

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…

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…