Wild Yoga

yoga and thought from Theo Wildcroft

Tag Archive for Family

Theo with sword in ritual

The morning after my heart broke

Thursday 8.20am Right now, where I’m expected to be is coming out of my morning sauna and striding across the field to where a couple of dozen people are waiting to greet the day through my yoga session. I’d tell them of my love for this land and the tribe that builds this sacred space every summer – family, one… Read more →

Spinning dreams – and a contest!

The world these days can have sharp edges, and cold winds, so in honour of all our spinning ancestors, I’m holding a competition. Join my mailing list (see bottom of page) to get in on the chance to win something tiny, filled with love and magic and history; in Angora and Merino and Shetland; in soft browns and white. It’s… Read more →

Being an ally

Allies are important. It took me a long time to realise that. When I came out, more than two decades ago, queer politics were identity politics. My first Pride was a huge event – London was hosting EuroPride, and thousands of us marched and danced our way through the streets. It felt like we didn’t need anyone’s help if we… Read more →

Cat People

As you might expect, returning to academic life has resulted in some quite serious blog posts recently. Here’s a little light relief, and a change from your usual social justice/yoga/paganism/knitting output. Phil and I have been together for very nearly 15 years now, which is almost enough time to raise a child. Instead of doing that, it turns out we’ve… Read more →

Fragments of Family

I’ve spent most of this week writing a 3,000 word submission to Patheos’ upcoming ‘Pagan Consent Culture’ anthology, and now it’s time for another blog post. I also have a space now on the OU site for my own little blog presence as a ‘junior researcher’, so in future some of these posts might appear there. I haven’t really even… Read more →

Summer’s End

They say that those who do not know their history are bound to repeat it. I say bring it on. Time is not an arrow or an unfolding road, ever relentless, ever marching onwards. Time soars in loops and spirals and endless waves, like the true, delighted flight of crows on the wind. Time, like history, needs the subtle patterning… Read more →

Simnel Cakes

On my mother’s side, I come from a long line of little, curvy, smily kind of women. On my father’s side you find the stronger, more serious, taller and darker women. At least, that’s how I remember them. My mother’s mother grew to the dizzy heights of 4’11”, and her husband escaped a life in the mines because he was… Read more →