There’s nothing as energising as hanging out with people who are passionate about what they do in life. Many yogis who are drawn to deepen their involvement with yoga decide to do teacher training and then become even more enthusiastic about this age-old discipline. Would that the love affair could last forever, but sometimes the original passion pales, for various reasons: it’s hard to make a living, the physical work is too hard, self-doubts arise. Something else can happen. A yoga teacher can get jaded after some years and, as a result, her teaching becomes dull. This happened to me seventeen years ago and so I did a year of study to become a counsellor. At the end of that year, I realised that I didn’t want to listen to other people’s problems and that I really did love yoga teaching. The time I took to look in other directions gave me a chance to reflect and I re-discovered the passion for writing that I’d had since grammar school. I’ve been writing in one form or another ever since the mid-nineties. How do you find your passion? Perhaps by remembering. When we were kids we all got lit up by engaging in certain activities, but then either got stopped in our pursuit of them or stopped ourselves. Those dormant pleasures are probably still lurking in our consciousness and just need some time and trust to resurface – maybe in your visualisations or meditations. What have you been dreaming about?