Why is yoga so powerful to me?

Someone asked me a question the other day about why I practise yoga. Why I’ve become completely and utterly obsessed by it. And my answer? That it’s so powerful to me on so many levels and I hope that it’s made me a better person – stronger, less judgemental, happier, more balanced, more aware. There are three main areas that I’ve seen it impact me the most though: The Physical Like pretty much everyone, I originally got into yoga for physical reasons. I could only touch my t

Why yoga is my biggest teacher

Sometimes I have a love:hate relationship with yoga but there's something about it that just keeps drawing me back... Every so often I get on my mat and wonder why on earth I do yoga, my body just doesn’t feel made for it. It's tight and stiff and it physically hurts as I move from one pose to the next, resisting with all its energy. It takes forever to warm up, it feels weak and inflexible, like it’s going to snap in two. I want to throw my mat out of the room as instead of

She let go.

Another favourite savasana reading. She let go... She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of the fear.  She let go of the judgments.  She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.  She let go of the committee of indecision within her.  She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go. She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go.  She didn’t sear

For those of you prone to FOMO

Let me tell you a tale... Let me tell the tale Of a girl who didn't stop; Who climbed on every mountain Without a pause when on the top. She'd dance in every blade of grass Until each one was covered in dew; The sun knew her by name But the silver moon did, too. For a fear had settled in her bones, A fear of sitting still; That if you're not moving forward It must mean you never will. So in time, her dance got slower And she looked at all she'd seen; But found gaps inside the