3 Breaths for Focus: how to keep Mind, Body and Spirit on your yoga mat

  • Published: 22 April 2016

Most of us are practising Yoga for more reasons than the right to wear cool gear and post selfies of our body folded into weird shapes while we stand on our ear tip. We want to focus our Mind, (re)vitalize our Body and enlighten our Spirit (I did say MOST of us, didn't I?)
In spite of these lofty ideals we have all experienced those days when you roll out your yoga mat, jump into the flow and an hour later you have reorganised your diary, planned a baby shower, analysed your next project at work, and during relaxation/meditation you have worked through that argument with your partner/BFF/Boss. The ultimate multitasking but do you feel refreshed, energised and relaxed? How do we keep our minds in the now and the outside world our of our practice?

Meditating on Me- Hands

  • Published: 27 June 2015

After a couple of weeks of excuses I went into my nicely tidied meditation room, (cleared the ironing so the atmosphere of undone chores disappears and the serenity of a clear conscience gets some space:-). I lit a candle and switched on the Buddha music.

To the lovely sounds of Wei Li I moved through my own flow. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought that it looked as if I've gained some weight. No, wait: truthfully?  I thought: God you're getting fat. I recognized the thought and also thought: Man! you've got your fat glasses on!

Mirror Image

  • Published: 13 February 2015
Even though we're into February now, as we've been in Asia and Asia is gearing up for the Chinese New Year the following greeting is not quite as irrelevant as it might seem:-) Happy New Year,  all of you!

Mirror Meditation-Smiling eyes

  • Published: 28 April 2015

This morning I flowed through my usual (con) fusion yoga: some Dru Yoga, some Hatha, a bit of Ying and ended where I love to be: flat on my back staring at the ceiling. Once I was back in my body in the spare room I sat up and was confronted by me: there's a huge mirror in the room that I intend to cover with some suitably gorgeous spiritual cloth but for the moment there I am: all 62 years of me. Unwashed, sweating lightly after a good workout, in my pyjamas.  My yoga music was still playing, the meditative bit played softly on. I stared into my eyes, my legs crossed, elbows on my knees hand palms up and stared into my eyes. My eyes that have been considered one of my most beautiful attributes. So much so that an Egyptian offered Himself two camels to possess the blue eyes...

I found myself in a mirror meditation...I ignored the wrinkles, the loose neck skin. Ignored the eyebrows that need plucking. No judgement. Stared into the windows of my soul. No thoughts. Just staring.


mirror eyesAfter a long time my seeing eyes dropped from my seen eyes and looked at my hair. No judgement, no thoughts, just seeing the hair. Then the seeing eyes looked into the seen eyes. Looked without thought, without judgement. Looked at the hair. Back to the eyes. And the looking eyes smiled at the seen eyes. And smiled. And winked. The eyes laughed. The mouths laughed. My heart laughted

The day is good. Today I am good. I hope yours is too: look into your own eyes and smile:-).




Guilt on Heels: The terrors of holiday seasons

  • Published: 22 December 2014

I have always had what is referred to as a “Catholic conscience”.  That is an ever-, some might say over-ready sense of being in the wrong. Not just unworthy, or not good enough, no, just plain BAD! It’s like my inner Slave-Driver is always on standby, waiting with tapping foot and ready to lash out as soon as I do something ‘wrong’.