Saskatoon — Props pile up on the mat. Hamstrings ache in forward bends. Backs do not bend as they used to. Opening the body requires a trust easily assumed in warmer weather, carefully negotiated in winter. Boots are changed to ones lined with wool and thinsulate. Ones with deeply etched soles. Feet step gingerly on ice and proudly in deep snow, enjoying the crunch as innumerable crystals are crushed. Shoul...
Melbourne — My mind is free when I take flight. The silks nestled around my hips. I tip toe, tip toe backwards till there is tension in the silks and let go. My body floats weightlessly and swings in the air. To...
Canberra — Hi. This sketch is massaging an idea for a yoga assignment. Putting the TANJA into PaTANJAli, channelling a bit of yogic wisdom, the whole “I see myself in others” line. Hence why I’ve ditched the pen...
Greenville — I lay supine in that blissful space between utter consciousness (ears pricking at every soft sound in the room, mind racing through every corridor of thought) and complete otherworldliness, where my s...
On the next inhale...
Suspend your mind and take flight.
yoga fiction...
When the weather grows so suddenly cold, bodies tighten.
Demonstrating the correct form for downward dog.
The first yoga practice after a week of illness requires all the props.
Yoga On A Beach