Wild Yoga

yoga and thought from Theo Wildcroft

Tag Archive for language

Everything here is true…

Here in the increasingly odd limbo between thesis submission and viva I am reaching out in all directions, re-knotting my nets against the coming uncertainty, remembering who I really love to talk with, work with, share with, and making sure we stay in touch. Also, I’ll be honest, I’m doing this with one eye on what will look good on… Read more →

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 →

Coming together

I have just submitted my contribution to a Patheos anthology called ‘Pagan Consent Culture’ that will come out next year. The editors seem pleased with it, and I am fairly confident of inclusion in the final book. I am now experiencing that peculiar and specific delay that writers have, where I would like people to respond, to continue the conversation… Read more →

Life Lived Wide

We are all so many people. So many hidden stories. Such large lives lived behind the quiet of the everyday. Daily we ask each other: ‘how are you?’ and everyone just accepts that there is never time for a true answer. How am I today? …today I was up a little late, and ran fierce through my daily practice, running… 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 →