This is just a short introduction about my journey into Ashtanga. As a lot of my blog is likely to be about yoga, I wanted to give my readers a little background. I spent years thinking yoga was rubbish and slow and that it definitely was not for me. I preferred running and high impact disciplines such as kick boxing, swimming, dance and even gymnastics. I liked stuff that pushed me and got me out of breath. Then I found out there was a physically challenging branch of yoga (
It has slowly dawned on me that one of the obstacles standing in the way of human beings finding peace is, among other things, that it is boring. Allow me to highlight some recent observations that may further illuminate what I mean. First, I have a girlfriend who has had some really shabby relationships. Going through the mill with yet another unsuitable suitor, we had a discussion about what a healthy, happy relationship might look like. Be like. Feel like. Her conclusion?
When I was a teenager at school and when I was a nuisance with a thick black marker, I used to have a tag name. The name given to me was, Rage. I don’t think you need much of an imagination to think why. I was an angry young woman and I expressed my anger mostly by fighting people. I now have a body of scars and bruised eye sockets to show for it. As I write this blog now, this old and familiar emotion has recently come back to haunt me. I have mellowed with age and time has
‘There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so other people do not feel insecure around you…’ Marianne Williamson It has recently come to my attention that through my choice to go ‘learn myself something’ at university this has alienated me from certain circles, friendship groups and associates. I somehow got put on a kind of a pedestal and seen, threateningly, as a species from another world. Little eyes observed and analysed me from the shadows and I almost felt guilty f