A few weeks ago, I was asked a question from a newly-diagnosed autistic friend, about how and when to disclose the diagnosis to people, and how it went. I thought my answer might be useful and interesting to other people…. Firstly, it’s a lot like coming out, which is something I have a lot of …
We went over to Brighton at the weekend. We went for an event – for Friends of the Brighton Yoga Foundation – but this was reason enough to catch up with people I hadn’t hung out with in a long while. So Phil and Storm and I trekked over on Saturday, had a lovely dog …
Here we are then, in the middle of a pandemic, and it’s odd not to know if the world as we know it is ending, or if this is a brief pause to reconnect with a simpler way of living. The truth will of course be more nuanced, more complicated than that. Every time I …
I don’t usually write about the politics of nationalism here, but bear with me, I have a point much closer to home to make. Anyway, this week saw the release of the UK government’s plans for post-Brexit immigration rules, alongside ongoing violence and protests against the Indian government’s new two-pronged citizenship reform: the CAA and …
I’m thinking about comfort zones a lot today. I made some beautiful connections at the first International Yoga Nidra conference, on behalf of the Yoga Nidra Network sangha, and I want to honour that properly, especially the immense work done by John, Richard, Stephanie and the teams of iRest, the Desai sangha, Kripalu and Yoga …
Some people love to make things. I don’t. I enjoy it, yes. But creativity is like breathing for me. It drips from my fingers and fills me with daydreams. It stops me getting to bed at a reasonable time. It makes my hands itch. I get grumpier without it than without my yoga practice. Every …
Just a quick post today. A friend asked me to comment about the recent rise in essential oil MLM franchises among yoga teachers, so I did a little online research and popped something on Facebook which went so viral and got such interesting feedback, I thought I’d share it, for UK yoga teaching friends in …
Once upon a time, I was slipping out of a friendly naked sauna when a guy I vaguely knew said ‘See you later” and lightly slapped me on the rear. It wasn’t a big thing. It wasn’t an assault. It was the kind of thing a guy could do through social ineptitude or clumsiness. It …
Things you could be doing, right now (see below for details): Look, I know this isn’t the world we were promised, and all you wanted was a quiet life of worth and sweetness, loving and laughing and doing a little modest good on the side. I know you never asked for favour, for privilege, for …
It’s not about us. Half a world away a city grieves and it’s not about us. Let their voices be heard – let queer Latinx hearts bleed and mourn in Orlando. Say the names of the dead and wounded. Hear their stories. It’s not about us. I will not presume to own this tragedy, because …
