How Did I Get Here?

How Did I Get Here?

  I had some time this morning – quite a lot of it, actually – to wander around Bondi Junction, my old stomping grounds. Here’s a photo of the entrance to the Australian School of Yoga on Oxford Street. I was mentally winding back the clock  to...
East Meets More East

East Meets More East

An amazing invitation came across my desk today enveloped in an email from the BKS Iyengar Association of Australia. A China-India Yoga Summit is being held in Guangzhou City June 16-19, 2011, which will feature “the greatest yoga master in the world”,...
New York Stripes

New York Stripes

“New New, New York”, a woman standing next to me at the airport newsstand was humming. Not all cities get songs created for them – just the great ones. I’ve been having a love affair with NYC this week. I admit it. I’ve been romanticizing...
Made for Walkin’

Made for Walkin’

I am 65 and 3/4 years old and my artificial hips are 7 months old. If you were wanting a city to road test new hips, you couldn’t do batter than Manhattan. I’ve walked down the avenues and up the streets for hours, and I can tell you that these titanium...

Singing Hymns…

A very dear and rather acerbic friend of mine described one of the early yoga classes that he attended as “singing hymns around the piano.” He didn’t go back, and he eventually discovered and practised Iyengar yoga, which, by contrast, can be...

Routines Take 2

Happily, a few years ago on another trip to San Francisco, I discovered a yoga school, would you believe based Iyengar-style, nearby. I can walk there from Cousin Merle’s on 8th Avenue, which I did this morning. Much better using the studio instead of the small...
Beginnings

Beginnings

It was October 1979 mid-week, I don’t know what day. I walked into the yoga premises on the first floor of a rather run-down building on Spring Street Bondi Junction. Really I was walking into the rest of my life. I’d heard about this mad Yorkshire man...