Wild Yoga

yoga and thought from Theo Wildcroft

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Reviewing the Field

In theory, (if not always in practice,) academic research is a conversation. Everything published refers back to other academic publications, and is reviewed by academic peers and cited in its turn. In an ideal sense, this is a pure and democratic process, where the accepted truth or truths of a thing depend on the considered opinions of many. There are… Read more →

Losing it all

This is not easy reading if you are trying to lose a lot of weight, and, of course, it’s just my best analysis of the situation, having spent a number of years considering and watching and reading articles and so forth. So turn away if you don’t want to hear, but I think an awareness of the evidence is better… Read more →

Sailing on Exciting Seas

(In which our heroine begins A PhD, nearly drowns in journals, fights the dread DataLoss monster and discovers many new allies…) I’m just one month into my doctoral research project, and things are going well so far. It is a whole other level of academic work, even compared to a masters’ dissertation, but my supervisors are keeping me calm and… Read more →

Negative Feedback

““Yoga” will not on its own protect your shoulder or your environment unless you use it specifically to do those things. And if you do, you’ll need commitment and training above and beyond what yoga pedagogy typically provides. If yogis want to be uninjured on the biomechanics front, yoga needs physios, osteos, neurologists and kinesiologists. If yogis want to be… Read more →

Positive thinking

Any system of thought has its traps for the unwary. The biggest one of all is the safe and superior knowledge of how everyone else is going wrong, without turning that critical awareness inwards. Absolute truth and simple answers are as prayers from human hearts weary of the random cruelty and infinite complexity of life. We live on a ball… Read more →

Other Voices

Pulled between the high energy of summer, just a week from the solstice; and yet also slipping into the deep cool darkness of my first bleeding day, today I feel stretched thin, worn and delicate as an old shawl. My breath is long, slow, and filled with silences. So, today, I have three other voices for you – three voices… Read more →

In Translation

When I was at university for the first time, I developed a (mostly) intellectual crush on the French writer, Hélène Cixous. Today, two decades later, I searched for a couple of quotations of hers, blessing the internet for allowing me to search for a mere handful of words and be plunged back into the feeling I had when I first… 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 →

Story telling

There’s a little group of ten year olds I’m currently teaching on a Tuesday afternoon, and as part of the contract evolving between us, they will try the asana and the pranayama and the Being Still (above all, the Being Still, please!) and in return, I read them stories from the Little Book of Hindu Deities by Sanjay Patel, which… Read more →