My yoga journey here in Mysore took an unexpected turn today. Having heard nothing back from the main shala since my application for March over two weeks ago, I was surprised to find a confirmation email in my inbox this morning. My first thought? Doh. That little word (that I use far too much -ContinueContinue reading “KPJAYI here I come? (gulp)”
Category Archives: Yoga
Home alone
So, Chris has left to follow his own dreams for a while. The adventure began before he even left Mysore – first Harish insisted that we do one more perfunctory puja on the bike on the way to the station so we stopped at a temple whilst he administered high speed bindhis and prayers. Then it turnedContinueContinue reading “Home alone”
Decision time
Since my last post I’ve been making some decisions. I’m not a naturally decisive person and, in the past, I would agonise over choices for hours, expending energy on imagining all the potential outcomes of each option before finally reluctantly settling on one, then torturing myself about ‘what could have been’. But over the years I’ve learnt toContinueContinue reading “Decision time”
Feeling good…
So we finished our first month with Vijay and survived intact! I am so proud of Chris – he really didn’t enjoy the enforced early morning regime much but stuck it out, only wagging class once – well done that man… 🙂 Yesterday, after the last class, he was in high spirits (i.e. jubilantly smug) andContinueContinue reading “Feeling good…”
Friday night feeling
Last night there was high excitement amongst the yoga crowd – it was the night before a full moon, which means party time, whoop! Well, when I say party… What this really means is, perhaps, a slightly later night, maybe even post-9pm, and a relative blow-out meal, which might include culinary treats such as naanContinueContinue reading “Friday night feeling”
Writer’s block
My computer is back relatively unscathed, yay! The only snags: when I first went on the internet, the ‘recently opened’ tabs were mostly porn (hope you had a good evening, Mr Ragu); the keyboard seems to have become Indian in its format; and Mr Ragu didn’t save any of my music files, so my itunes wasContinueContinue reading “Writer’s block”
A fateful night
I’m writing this from the communal computer as mine is suffering, not for the first time, from the dreaded ‘black screen of death’. It’s with Mr Ragu (surprisingly he’s Indian, not Italian), the computer doctor at the moment, and I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t lose all of my work, eek… Anyway, guess what time myContinueContinue reading “A fateful night”
Yoga-overload
Yesterday was a day off and, having yet again failed to have a lie-in due to a cacophony of crowing roosters, howling dogs, wailing muezzins, chanting yogis and warbling pigeons from around 4am onwards, I enjoyed a very lazy morning with coffee and a trashy novel in bed (BKS Iyengar’s ‘The Tree of Yoga’ book firmly put aside to giveContinueContinue reading “Yoga-overload”
Downward dog tired
We had a led class again this morning, meaning we’ve gone full circle with Vijay – I can see how the days could start to merge into one dreamy yogic existence here. Sleep, do yoga, eat, chat in a cafe for rather a long time, drink fresh coconut, do pranayama, eat, socialise in a cafeContinueContinue reading “Downward dog tired”
Institutionalised yoga?
I found out yesterday that I hadn’t got in to study at the Pattabhi Jois Ashtanga Yoga Institute (KPAYI) in February next year and, since I applied, I’ve found out that obtaining a place is as fraught and nigh impossible as getting hold of Glasto tickets… For those that don’t know, Pattabhi Jois is theContinueContinue reading “Institutionalised yoga?”
frond yoga with Rebecca May 