Wild Yoga

yoga and thought from Theo Wildcroft

Tag Archive for inequality

students at my Wednesday morning class

#RealYogaTeachers Part 2

I was checking out a brutally honest and incisive article today by Kimberley Dark – read it here – on how fat yoga teachers just aren’t as employable as ones that fit the social media-happy mould of bright eyed, bubbly, thin and white, enthusiastic and bendy practitioners. But I’d go further. Older teachers don’t get much love either. I’ve been… Read more →

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Meet the children

Most of you will have heard by now of the work I do teaching yoga to children with disabilities. I’ve blogged about it on a number of occasions, most recently here: Once Upon A Time It’s life-fulfilling, challenging, even emotional work, and it happens mostly in private sessions and environments, so apart from the occasional physiotherapist and social worker who… Read more →

Tattoo: still I rise

Rising Up

Things you could be doing, right now (see below for details): Care about the facts. Look after each other. Give in solidarity. Take action. 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… Read more →

For Orlando

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 I have no experience of… Read more →

Occupy Wall Street meditation protest

Justice

A number of years ago now, because of a job I was already doing, I ended up taking a Master’s degree in Youth and Community Work at DeMontfort University. I was expecting a little theory and a lot of professional development, which I got, in the form of two nationally recognized qualifications on top of the Master’s, which was nice.… Read more →

Self-care and self-risk

As a yoga teacher, above all, I know this one thing to be true: listen to what your body-self whispers about its needs. Feeling a little sick? Wrap up warm, feed yourself well and sleep. Feeling fidgety at your desk? Get up and go for a brisk walk. Spend lots of time outdoors; stick to natural rhythms as much as… Read more →

Black Lives Matter

As an animist, I actually believe that all lives do matter. Most humans don’t. What most humans designate as a ‘life’ in practice has a boundary smaller than the field of living or potentially living beings. It doesn’t include wasps, or plankton, let alone the breath of wind over a corn field, or the slow erosion of pebbles on a… Read more →

One more breath

If there’s one thing that almost every good yoga class will focus on, it’s breathing. The many forms of hatha yoga have developed amazing practices for the breath. They range from complex formulae of absolute control – in for 4 beats, hold for 2; out for 8; hold for 2; repeat for a total of 5 minutes – to beautifully… Read more →

Driving home

And I’m driving home from class with frost on the windows, into the depths of the night. I’m winding down the lanes, skipping pot holes, a little wired on unaccustomed caffeine, on the night and the cold, and the release of it all, and above all, on the music pouring into my ears from this woman’s wondrous heart.   And… Read more →