The toilet roll needs changing, again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Every. Single. Time. The clothes are lying on the bathroom floor, again. And again, and again, and again, and again. Every. Single. Time. The shoes are left where I’ll trip over them, again. And again, and again, and again, and … Read More
How my daughter taught me to chase my dreams again
I don’t know whether it’s just me, but I wonder why when we become parents, and particularly as we start to age (well we’re doing that our whole lives!) we start envisaging the future for our kids instead of for ourselves. Naturally we are going to have dreams for our children, what parent wouldn’t – and we are going to … Read More
I’ve joined the word police
I’ve joined the word police – I don’t mean I’ve turned into a grammar Nazi (I’m no Nazi and I’m not particularly grammatical, grammarly, WHATEVS), but I have words in my sights that I want banned from my vocabulary – and yours too. You’ll thank me for it. udgement – ok, you can see I’ve spelt (or should it be … Read More
To change or not to change?
It’s not the rhetorical question Shakespeare’s Hamlet posed but it comes pretty close as a ‘biggie’ we have to work out in life. I believe that change is a constant (and the universe concurs), yet I find myself drawn to calm contemplation lately. To stillness rather than going somewhere (anywhere?). I’m in ‘yin’ deep reflection mode right now, getting ready … Read More
The Easter hunt – are you looking in the right places?
So the cousins and the other cousins had a great Easter egg hunt. It was part of a simply great Easter. Let me tell you why it was so good, and why it wasn’t so much about what we hunted for but about what we found – simply by being in the right place. The cousins, our two (11 & … Read More
5 reasons yogis make amazing friends
Not boasting or anything, and not saying I don’t have great friends who aren’t yogis, but as surely as yin compliments yang, I’m discovering that fellow yogis make some of the best of friends. Sure, I’ve heard of tales of yoga bitchiness, amid jealousy over who has the best expensive yoga gear, in between slightly competitive posturing over Headstands and … Read More
A definition of success
Success, like balance, means different things to different people. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t mean money and power, but society begs to differ. I’m pretty sure it has a whole lot to do with love and that it can be simple, humble – wouldn’t you agree? Success can be one glass of wine instead of three after a long day … Read More
Everything you need now is already inside you
I ran the words like a mantra in my mind, rolling like a yoga Vinyasa flow sequence – each word running effortlessly into the next, the sentiment slipstreaming and surging into a strong statement, building into a belief, a certain conviction – YES. It is. I can. And I will. And I could. And I did. Hold a strong, mighty … Read More
How to harness your superhero power
Let’s just pretend for a moment that you’re a superhero (because you are) and play a game about what power you would most want to use for heroic good (and perhaps just a little razzle dazzle). Would you choose invisibility and so be able to spy and eavesdrop on friends, family and foe (and random hunky guys) – for good … Read More
Daydream believer
Lately I seem to be thinking (and writing) in song titles (eg my last post ‘Rainy Days and Mondays’). I’m listening to music more, creating my own daydreaming space. I’m a believer. The Monkees sweet song doesn’t really make sense, but then daydreams aren’t supposed to. Released an eon ago (the year I was born), the catchy tune somehow nestled … Read More
Just breathe
Breathe. In. And out. In. And out. So everybody is still alive after the holidays – that’s great. Last Friday I published the lazy guide to being enough in 2015 – most of you were too lazy to bother reading – perfectly understandable really as I haven’t torn myself too far away from the pool or the yoga mat over … Read More
Just swing into 2015
The breeze tickles my face and I have tickles in my stomach too. I’m rocking back and forth, seesawing on the kid’s swing, and then I let myself swing a little higher, as I watch stars sneak out from behind marshmallow puffs of clouds into inky black patches of sky. It feels like I’m swinging on a star. I’ve just … Read More
