Yoga is that friend The one who says it doesn’t matter that your leggings have a hole in them, get off your arse and into class The one who says if it feels terrible today, then sit it out, no one will care The one who says is that all you’ve got? – I […]
In praise of bending down – 100 words
What cosmic plan?
What cosmic plan? Today my yoga class was double booked. Oh shit! Dismayed as downpour soaked my mat, and wilted my perky resolve. So, we sat in the café and opened our hearts and thought that maybe this was better than Plan A Later, the gate was padlocked: No Entry – Deer Stalking! ‘Right dogs, […]
100 words – movement
If you’d seen me in the class with the others on our mats, you couldn’t tell. My pose – all swiveled and clutching – looked just like others. Bent pipe cleaner, tangled headphones. But I knew it was wrong. Pushing and silently grunting, I couldn’t twist past my spare flesh-cluttered front. My shameful flesh-cluttered front, […]
