Practising self-forgiveness along the bumpy roadI thought it would be easy, but no. In two weeks of travel up the coast of NSW, I’ve only managed a few yoga practices. ‘Just do it!’, I’ve advised students over the years. Set up a regular practice. Do it and you’ll reap the benefits. If you do your practice regularly, it will become an unbreakable habit.Well, I’m feeling a little chagrined about the fact that habits are breakable. I’m not fitting in much practice time.Worse, my body is suffering. […]
I was recently selected to be an ‘Ambassador of Yoga’ by the Australian Yoga Journal. The magazine has created a community of 10 ambassadors, two men and eight women. You can see us in the latest issue.
Like me, you may be wondering what such an ambassador is or does. The editor says that the AYJ will rely on our group to help connect the magazine to ‘the greater yoga society in Australia.’ She adds, ‘We’ll be tapping into their expert knowledge…passion and wisdom.’
Some years ago I attended a yoga teacher–friend’s class and shared a cup of tea with one of his female students after class. When my friend’s student heard that I specialized in yoga for women she confided that she suffered debilitating menstrual pain every month. I asked her if she still attended my friend’s yoga class during her period. She replied that yes, of course she did, she just took a pain-killer as she didn’t want to miss her ‘yoga-fix’. “So how do you feel after you do the class?” I enquired, curious, because my friend’s classes were of the dynamic, yang, make-you-sweat type. “Oh, I feel worse!” she replied, resignedly.
The rainy weather here on Mitchells Island has been extreme. There’s been widespread flooding, including our neighbours’ paddocks. The overflow has spilled on to our property and filled part of our paperbark wetland. We’ve come to expect these occasional wet events. We live on an island, and it’s less than a kilometer from a river channel.