January 2013 and Kensington High Street is awash with people dressed all in white. The wealthy residents of this part of London look aghast as crowds resplendent with turbans and sheepskin mats pile out of the Tube station. “I bet the residents don’t know what to make of this…
These are unsettling times. As I write this Russia is posturing along the Ukrainian border. The cost of living is rocketing. We’re still in the throes…
I write this post with unusual trepidation. Much like a lapsed Catholic, haunted by guilt and self-doubt, I am wary of going too hard on psychics. I…
“I’d love to try yoga”, said one of my middle-aged male friends, “but it’s all the shit that goes with it”. Now despite the title of my blog, I actually…
A few years ago, I tripped over and broke my shoulder. What was surprising, after the initial impact, was the response from a couple of my yoga…
Those of you that think the wellness world is all love and light might be shocked to hear that this week a spat broke out in one of the sound therapy…
2016 was an odd year. I broke my shoulder, the country voted for Brexit and I got married. Marriage aside, it was a miserable time. The UK overnight…
For a practice that promises good mental health and compassion, the business of teaching yoga is surprisingly murky. I didn’t give much thought to…
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The Reluctant Yogi