On Thursday night I forgot to go to yoga. It had been on my mind all day. Or at least all day, right up until about ten minutes before I had to put on the comfy stuff and collect my mat. About half an hour later, I was picking up clothes (which I do so […]
A fine fellowship of women
Sometimes, I don’t like people very much. In theory they’re great – the idea of other humans is very warm and fuzzy indeed. I love them between the pages of a book, on telly and even on social media. It’s just in real life they’re sometimes a struggle, with their noise and opinions. I think […]
Is hot yoga something to sweat about?
Try anything except incest and morris dancing. Isn’t that how it goes? It was in this spirit that I was to be found on a Thursday evening dripping in sweat in a room overcrowded by underdressed and bendy people. Yes. Trying hard to avoid looking up the leg of the shorts of the chap in […]
Oh my dog: karma from the canine world.
Preparing for downward dog We have had a house guest for the past week – a large black Labrador called Pinto. He’s lovely and perfectly well behaved, a credit to his owner. And he’s also been very instructive. I hadn’t previously pawsed to consider how much wisdom there is in the wag of a tail […]
Review: Without the right bra yoga is a bust
via Flickr Alan Weir via Flickr Scott Ableman via Flickr chijanofuji via flickr Commonorgarden You have probably gathered that I like the occasional downward dog, pigeon or half moon. In other words I am no stranger to the yoga mat. I know that pose of a child doesn’t mean looking shifty while […]