Back to School. Back to me…..
Do you have that feeling? A sense that you might have lost a part of yourself somewhere over the last 6 -8??? Weeks?
Along with the avalanche of big kids back to school, my nearly 3 year old started preschool. She’s delighted and it’s been a happy transition. However, on pick up last week she told me “I was sore in my tummy for you mummy.” Translation: I missed you today and that loss manifested as a physical pain in my belly.
Wanting it all
As I come back feeling fabulous from a totally reviving holiday, I feel so grateful to be able to come back and teach what I love and am passionate about. I feel lucky as I get to do what I find continually intriguing and fabulous
Awake or Asleep? Pre-Christmas Post
Lucky me – I have done two amazing yoga study trips to India. On one six month soujourn I met and then shared a home with a rather quiet man. A Canadian ex-pro ice hockey star who, on becoming a buddhist monk years before, had taken a vow of silence. (Funny aside
Consolidate to Radiate
Ahhh, the Christmas Crush threatens. How do you self-care when life speeds up? As kids
Contentedly Content
I am ashamed to say, the first time I experienced a long lived experience of contentment was a full 10 years after starting yoga. From the start, Yoga made me feel good and I always enjoyed the rush and peace that came with the physical yoga practice. But it never felt like it lasted long enough. And so around the age of 30
Spring Clean, Squeaky Clean
I confess. I have never had a proper toy clean out. Kids grow up and move on to new toy passions and a build up of old stuff just gets stuffed into chests and cupboards. And as the house fills with bits and pieces of toy paraphernalia crunching
Tigers Above, Tigers Below
There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs, and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well.
Time to hold on. Time to let go.
Time to hold on. Time to let go.
We are having first pass at toilet training our toddler. So far it’s involved a few long sessions of sitting on the potty during which she is read to, is fed her next meal, or can watch tv. All for a good cause – the ultimate trophy – a sticker on the fridge door. But I am impressed. As keen for as she is…
Finding Your True North
While blowing warm air on my toddlers icy feet the other wintry morning, I asked my 4 year old if she knew where her heels where. ‘Yes’, she replied easily, ‘They’re near my socks.’