Last night was amazing. I felt like I was in a movie or One Tree Hill or [insert rom-com name here]. A big group of us went out for dinner to a place called Soma in Ubud town centre. It is a beautiful restaurant where all the seating surrounds a large stone courtyard. The ten of us couldn't fit at one of the usual tables so instead were shown to a one placed in the corner of the courtyard. It gets dark in Bali around 6.30pm so the outside was decorated with an array of fairy lights and lanterns. The food Soma serve is incredible (can you say raw vegan mocha cheesecake!!!! Er, yum!), but it wasn't the dessert that made it so special (admittedly it contributed). What made the evening amazing, to me, was the people, both those who I had gone out for dinner with and the three locals (including the restaurant owner) who joined us especially to play music and to sit with us.
I have always felt pretty self conscious in public places when I'm in front of people I don't know. I hate the thought that others might judge me despite not knowing me. I'll tell myself over and over who care what anyone else thinks, but honestly, me, I do. So I hold myself back and try to fit in. But then last night as everyone else was laughing and singing to the music, being a little loud, but having an incredible time I decided I didn't want to worry about that anymore. I don't want to worry about trying to conform to ideals about normality or what makes someone 'cool' or beautiful. I was surrounded by the most amazing girls (and Adam), who just glow from the inside out. They are so full of life, they grasp every moment and really live it. And, stand out or not, it doesn't matter, because they do what is right for them, what makes them happy, and that is so inspirational to me. The girls I have spent the last three weeks with shine so bright; their happiness is contagious. I think maybe their softness comes from holding so little weight in what others think about them; there is room to love everything and everybody.
So last night trying to bridge a gap between age and nationality we threw out names of songs the local men might know so we could sing to the music they played. I think the most successful was 'Hallelujah', even if some of the verses' lyrics were a little questionable. And rather than sitting feeling silly I decided to wholeheartedly join in. Result? Best night ever.
Thus to paraphrase Taylor Swift... who cares what anyone else thinks you look like? The cool kids might think you dance like an idiot but ultimately who is having more fun? Those putting others down and trying to conform to their own ideas about what is 'cool', or those who are loving the moment so completely and singing from the top of their lungs?
Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
Just Call Me A Yoga Teacher
Just call me a yoga teacher. Today I taught my first ever yoga class! I won't lie, I was freaking out before. Not in the hours directly leading up to my class (MY class!!!) but the days before I suspect there's a few people who could vouch for my insanity. I'm trying to pinpoint what exactly it is I was freaking out about, but honestly it was everything. Comfort me about one and I would become anxious about another. I wanted to achieve perfection.
A few days ago in class we were speaking about the patterns we create in our lives; about the habits that are so ingrained within our everyday that we can't help but keep falling into them. For me, it is the need to always be perfect, in Absolutely. Everything. And when I inevitably fall short? I beat myself up big time. Always rubbish. But right then I realised I don't want that anymore; I don't want to feel like that. It will take energy to lift myself from the rut I've created - that pattern in my thinking - but I don't want to hear that tyrant voice, especially when it is my own.
So I have decided to take responsibility; to choose to recognise my own potential and be kinder to myself. Leading up to teaching my class it was in learning to be softer. Realising that every time I have helped someone with their handstands after class, or given a friend an alignment suggestion I have been teaching. Realising that yoga and teaching are my passion; share that, share my practice and that will be enough.
This morning I did my class and it went well. Was it perfect? Of course not. I messed up a few breathing cues, missed some of my warm up exercises and could have made a couple of the transitions in the flow a little smoother, but as a first ever lesson, it was more than adequate.
I'm learning to see my own potential. Just call me a yoga teacher...
A few days ago in class we were speaking about the patterns we create in our lives; about the habits that are so ingrained within our everyday that we can't help but keep falling into them. For me, it is the need to always be perfect, in Absolutely. Everything. And when I inevitably fall short? I beat myself up big time. Always rubbish. But right then I realised I don't want that anymore; I don't want to feel like that. It will take energy to lift myself from the rut I've created - that pattern in my thinking - but I don't want to hear that tyrant voice, especially when it is my own.
So I have decided to take responsibility; to choose to recognise my own potential and be kinder to myself. Leading up to teaching my class it was in learning to be softer. Realising that every time I have helped someone with their handstands after class, or given a friend an alignment suggestion I have been teaching. Realising that yoga and teaching are my passion; share that, share my practice and that will be enough.
This morning I did my class and it went well. Was it perfect? Of course not. I messed up a few breathing cues, missed some of my warm up exercises and could have made a couple of the transitions in the flow a little smoother, but as a first ever lesson, it was more than adequate.
I'm learning to see my own potential. Just call me a yoga teacher...
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Travel
I've always liked the idea of travelling. I think the photos I see pinned on Pinterest boards, airily named 'wanderlust', always fitted with an idea I had of myself... A carefree girl with beachy long hair, who drank juices, decorated her room with bohemian throws and surfed (don't ask, I have no idea either, I'm actually a little scared of swimming...) But in reality, much like being in the middle of the ocean, travelling always scared me.
I'm a home bird. I like routine and I like feeling safe. I've never had the whole independent thing down. So although the idea always looked nice deep down I never thought I would actually end up wanting to travel. But today entirely changed my perspective.
This morning me and one of my new friends wandered into town. I've spoken before about how magical Ubud is and this is something I definitely stand by. The people, the feel, the colour, the vibrancy of the whole place; I love it.
Living in the moment is something I always try to do, but I know how easy it is to get caught up thinking of other things. I am still that person on auto-pilot, arriving somewhere and not really remembering the journey, and yet somehow I think traveling stops that. Today as I wandered around this incredible new place I felt so engrossed in the moment. Time passed but I wasn't really aware. Everything being new to me I couldn't get enough. I didn't want to be anywhere else and I felt so happy.
So when I think about travelling now it doesn't feel quite so scary. Instead it excites me. I've realised that I want to uncover new places... To spend a few weeks here and there, finding magic that I didn't know existed before. The more I think about it the more excited I get. Maybe it is time I made my own 'wanderlust' Pinterst board. Hey, I might be a surfer girl yet...
I'm a home bird. I like routine and I like feeling safe. I've never had the whole independent thing down. So although the idea always looked nice deep down I never thought I would actually end up wanting to travel. But today entirely changed my perspective.
This morning me and one of my new friends wandered into town. I've spoken before about how magical Ubud is and this is something I definitely stand by. The people, the feel, the colour, the vibrancy of the whole place; I love it.
Living in the moment is something I always try to do, but I know how easy it is to get caught up thinking of other things. I am still that person on auto-pilot, arriving somewhere and not really remembering the journey, and yet somehow I think traveling stops that. Today as I wandered around this incredible new place I felt so engrossed in the moment. Time passed but I wasn't really aware. Everything being new to me I couldn't get enough. I didn't want to be anywhere else and I felt so happy.
So when I think about travelling now it doesn't feel quite so scary. Instead it excites me. I've realised that I want to uncover new places... To spend a few weeks here and there, finding magic that I didn't know existed before. The more I think about it the more excited I get. Maybe it is time I made my own 'wanderlust' Pinterst board. Hey, I might be a surfer girl yet...
Monday, 20 April 2015
Appreciation
Today we watched a DVD by a guy called Paul Grilley that I think was really important; not only for someone learning to be a yoga teacher but also for all those practicing yoga and learning to accept your body.
In the DVD Grilley explains how no two skeletons are the same and how this can have a huge impact upon your own yoga.Trying to achieve a pose, to look outwardly 'correct' or more aesthetically pleasing, sometimes just isn't possible for some people. Sometimes it isn't tight hamstrings or triceps that are stopping someone from making a certain shape, instead it is their bones.
All our bones are different. I can guarantee that your femur bone does not look like mine. And because of this we are all put together in different ways. Muscle might stretch, but when a bone hits a bone (i.e. compression) you aren't going anywhere. I'm not saying necessarily that you can't get your heels to the floor in downward facing dog because of a smaller range of joint flexion in your ankle, but it's a possibility.
For me this was so interesting in learning to appreciate my body. We need to reach out of the box that suggests that there is a 'right' or 'wrong' way to do yoga. It just isn't effective to believe that making a certain shape with your body is correct simply because it is the one on all the posters. Adhering to this idea will only result in injury or aggravation (or both!).
So remember next time you can't get your feet onto the floor in downward facing dog that yoga is not 'perfection'. It is about doing what is right for you; about feeling your way into a pose, making variations so that it benefits you and your body.
In the DVD Grilley explains how no two skeletons are the same and how this can have a huge impact upon your own yoga.Trying to achieve a pose, to look outwardly 'correct' or more aesthetically pleasing, sometimes just isn't possible for some people. Sometimes it isn't tight hamstrings or triceps that are stopping someone from making a certain shape, instead it is their bones.
All our bones are different. I can guarantee that your femur bone does not look like mine. And because of this we are all put together in different ways. Muscle might stretch, but when a bone hits a bone (i.e. compression) you aren't going anywhere. I'm not saying necessarily that you can't get your heels to the floor in downward facing dog because of a smaller range of joint flexion in your ankle, but it's a possibility.
For me this was so interesting in learning to appreciate my body. We need to reach out of the box that suggests that there is a 'right' or 'wrong' way to do yoga. It just isn't effective to believe that making a certain shape with your body is correct simply because it is the one on all the posters. Adhering to this idea will only result in injury or aggravation (or both!).
So remember next time you can't get your feet onto the floor in downward facing dog that yoga is not 'perfection'. It is about doing what is right for you; about feeling your way into a pose, making variations so that it benefits you and your body.
Saturday, 18 April 2015
Intention
This morning I woke up and did not want to do yoga, I know, I don't know who I am anymore either. The alarm went off, day 7, and there was absolutely no part of me that thought I could get up and out of bed. It wasn't that I was still sleepy, I felt much more reluctant than that. I wanted to stay hidden, glued to my bed. But up I got and traipsed through the rain (hello pathetic fallacy) to meditation, where I sat (sulked) for half an hour. And then our yoga class began.
Today's yoga class was taken by Jenny-Lee, a tutor who has never lead our class before. She's not your typical yoga teacher; she has blue hair, has lots of tattoos and wears tops that make cheesy yoga puns; long story short she is absolutely amazing. Her enthusiasm for life and being entirely present in each moment with every cell of her body is contagious. And her class reflected this. It was challenging; it required you give everything: to lengthen each limb and to stay strong in every muscle. Specialising in the anatomy of the human body she took us through aligning our bodies correctly not only to prevent injury but to intelligently help us get deeper into poses.
As the class came to closer to the end our movements became slower. Right before savasana (kind of like a tiny nap at the end of every yoga class) Jenny had us step to the top of the mat and close our eyes. She then spoke to us about setting an intention for the day. She told us to let go of anything that was not serving us, and to use the happiness we had found in today's practice as an anchor for that intention.
Yoga is a pretty incredible thing. By the end of the class I felt completely opposite to how I had felt on entering. Jenny had helped me let go. So for my intention I decided to allow myself to be okay. To find my own strength, to recognise it and believe in it. I think it's important to remember that what will be will be: bad things will come and go, but it is how you react and deal with those things that matter.
Today's yoga class was taken by Jenny-Lee, a tutor who has never lead our class before. She's not your typical yoga teacher; she has blue hair, has lots of tattoos and wears tops that make cheesy yoga puns; long story short she is absolutely amazing. Her enthusiasm for life and being entirely present in each moment with every cell of her body is contagious. And her class reflected this. It was challenging; it required you give everything: to lengthen each limb and to stay strong in every muscle. Specialising in the anatomy of the human body she took us through aligning our bodies correctly not only to prevent injury but to intelligently help us get deeper into poses.
As the class came to closer to the end our movements became slower. Right before savasana (kind of like a tiny nap at the end of every yoga class) Jenny had us step to the top of the mat and close our eyes. She then spoke to us about setting an intention for the day. She told us to let go of anything that was not serving us, and to use the happiness we had found in today's practice as an anchor for that intention.
Yoga is a pretty incredible thing. By the end of the class I felt completely opposite to how I had felt on entering. Jenny had helped me let go. So for my intention I decided to allow myself to be okay. To find my own strength, to recognise it and believe in it. I think it's important to remember that what will be will be: bad things will come and go, but it is how you react and deal with those things that matter.
Thursday, 16 April 2015
Enough
In yoga philosophy we are presented with the 'Eight Limbs', eight steps that if followed are said to help live a meaningful and purposeful life. The first of these limbs is 'Yama' meaning moral restraints. This relates to our behaviour and how we conduct ourselves through life. Under this heading falls the idea of 'Asteya' or non-stealing. You don't need to be a genius to work out what 'non-stealing' means, but most of us aren't thieves, and so we have to look deeper.
For me Asteya is about gratitude. It is about realising both on and off the yoga mat that you are enough. Non-stealing means that you don't covet what others have. In a world where social media is king it is so easy to feel deflated; to wish that you were different; more muscly, skinny, flexible... but in feeling this way you are only stealing from yourself. You are robbing yourself of happiness and robbing others of the amazingness (totally not a word but just trying to be clear here) that is you. Have you ever stopped to think about how incredible your body is? Every second it works for you; breathing, moving... Without you even telling it to. So appreciate every cell; your own unique humanness, and be the best YOU.
We are all perfect and imperfect at the same time. Every. Single. Body. Is. Different. In our yoga practice my teacher reminded us that we have to 'make the pose fit the body, not the body fit the pose'. Achieving a certain shape means nothing; there is no reward for being able to get your legs behind your head (only a potentially pulled hamstring). Instead we should use the poses to carefully strengthen our bodies. Using yoga to be thankful for all our bodies can do, not what they cannot.
Today at the start of class my teacher told us to write a few words on our hearts relating to something we felt strongly about (admittedly slightly cheesy but just go with me here). This morning I panicked and didn't know what to put, but tomorrow I know what I want to write: ' I am enough'.
For me Asteya is about gratitude. It is about realising both on and off the yoga mat that you are enough. Non-stealing means that you don't covet what others have. In a world where social media is king it is so easy to feel deflated; to wish that you were different; more muscly, skinny, flexible... but in feeling this way you are only stealing from yourself. You are robbing yourself of happiness and robbing others of the amazingness (totally not a word but just trying to be clear here) that is you. Have you ever stopped to think about how incredible your body is? Every second it works for you; breathing, moving... Without you even telling it to. So appreciate every cell; your own unique humanness, and be the best YOU.
We are all perfect and imperfect at the same time. Every. Single. Body. Is. Different. In our yoga practice my teacher reminded us that we have to 'make the pose fit the body, not the body fit the pose'. Achieving a certain shape means nothing; there is no reward for being able to get your legs behind your head (only a potentially pulled hamstring). Instead we should use the poses to carefully strengthen our bodies. Using yoga to be thankful for all our bodies can do, not what they cannot.
Today at the start of class my teacher told us to write a few words on our hearts relating to something we felt strongly about (admittedly slightly cheesy but just go with me here). This morning I panicked and didn't know what to put, but tomorrow I know what I want to write: ' I am enough'.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Meditation
When we wake each morning we have been asked not to talk. We have been asked not to talk from the moment we wake until we get to breakfast - in between which we meditate and complete a yoga practice.This is to help us prepare for the half hour meditation we do each morning - as if I didn't find meditation itself hard enough. For me meditation is extremely challenging; we practice a Zen style called 'just sitting', have you ever tried to just sit with a clear mind? Hard stuff.
I used to be extremely skeptical about meditation. Just as I once thought yoga was all about stretching (I know right, who'd have thought?!), I used to think meditation was all about spirituality, hippies and nonsense. In both cases I was wrong, because in both situations I was pretty darn ignorant.
In the theme of turning yogic terms into something understandable and tangible, I find that the most important thing that meditation helps to practice is being right in the very moment you are in. By not allowing yourself to dwell on thoughts of the past or future you simply sit there in the present. Many argue that anxiety is caused by overthinking about the future and depression by overthinking about the past. If this is true you can see why this might be helpful here.
But meditating is still hard. For me, today went much better than yesterday. The great thing to remember is that meditation will always be a practice not a state. We have been given all sorts of tips to help us; to just accept when we have thoughts and then let them go before dwelling on them, being aware but not reacting... I find it helps to really BE in that moment, to ground down into my mat. However I'm not sure there is a 'knack' to it, but I don't really think that matters. You can't be 'good' or 'bad', that's not what it is about.
I would be lying if I said that I am completely convinced by everything that yogis claim meditation brings. Aspects about cosmic consciousness (don't ask) are still beyond my understanding and maybe they always will be. But that is not to say I don't think it has it's place in everyday life. Meditation is calming, it pauses the craziness and helps you realise everything will be okay. Give it a go.
I used to be extremely skeptical about meditation. Just as I once thought yoga was all about stretching (I know right, who'd have thought?!), I used to think meditation was all about spirituality, hippies and nonsense. In both cases I was wrong, because in both situations I was pretty darn ignorant.
In the theme of turning yogic terms into something understandable and tangible, I find that the most important thing that meditation helps to practice is being right in the very moment you are in. By not allowing yourself to dwell on thoughts of the past or future you simply sit there in the present. Many argue that anxiety is caused by overthinking about the future and depression by overthinking about the past. If this is true you can see why this might be helpful here.
But meditating is still hard. For me, today went much better than yesterday. The great thing to remember is that meditation will always be a practice not a state. We have been given all sorts of tips to help us; to just accept when we have thoughts and then let them go before dwelling on them, being aware but not reacting... I find it helps to really BE in that moment, to ground down into my mat. However I'm not sure there is a 'knack' to it, but I don't really think that matters. You can't be 'good' or 'bad', that's not what it is about.
I would be lying if I said that I am completely convinced by everything that yogis claim meditation brings. Aspects about cosmic consciousness (don't ask) are still beyond my understanding and maybe they always will be. But that is not to say I don't think it has it's place in everyday life. Meditation is calming, it pauses the craziness and helps you realise everything will be okay. Give it a go.
Monday, 13 April 2015
A real teacher...
Today was pretty exciting. For the first time we got to act like real teachers, admittedly it was only for a few moments at a time with a single student (who might have been my room mate), but we began learning how to talk a class into a pose and then adjust the students once there.
One thing that was especially great was the way our teacher explained her take on adjusting. For her, she said, being a teacher and adjusting a student in a pose is such a privilege because of the level of trust that person gives her. She told us that adjusting isn't about fixing someone. It's about correcting alignment; creating good patterns in the body to help prevent injury and enable the student to go further into a posture. Assisting someone in a pose is similar, here the student already has the correct alignment in a posture, you are simply helping them go deeper than they would be able to alone.
I loved every part of this class. Working in partners we played both role of student and teacher, being adjusted and adjusting. As a student I love adjustments, they help you go so much further in an asana; they help to show you the full potential of your body and give you confidence in your capabilities. I also loved taking the role of the teacher. For the first time my dream to teach seemed so real and tangible. I learnt so much about poses, alignment, saying commands, supporting students... I'll stop now... You can see I learnt a lot! It is an excitement that is difficult to put into words, but it is only day three. And I really, really can't wait to see what the next nineteen days will bring.
One thing that was especially great was the way our teacher explained her take on adjusting. For her, she said, being a teacher and adjusting a student in a pose is such a privilege because of the level of trust that person gives her. She told us that adjusting isn't about fixing someone. It's about correcting alignment; creating good patterns in the body to help prevent injury and enable the student to go further into a posture. Assisting someone in a pose is similar, here the student already has the correct alignment in a posture, you are simply helping them go deeper than they would be able to alone.
I loved every part of this class. Working in partners we played both role of student and teacher, being adjusted and adjusting. As a student I love adjustments, they help you go so much further in an asana; they help to show you the full potential of your body and give you confidence in your capabilities. I also loved taking the role of the teacher. For the first time my dream to teach seemed so real and tangible. I learnt so much about poses, alignment, saying commands, supporting students... I'll stop now... You can see I learnt a lot! It is an excitement that is difficult to put into words, but it is only day three. And I really, really can't wait to see what the next nineteen days will bring.
Sunday, 12 April 2015
A Yoga Intensive
When they called it a 'yoga teacher training intensive' they weren't wrong... Intensive it sure is. This morning we woke with the sun to walk to the area where we will practice for the next three weeks. It is a wooden open sided hut covered in flowers and overlooking rice fields: translation, it's beautiful. The cottages we are staying in are called 'Ananda', meaning 'bliss', and doing yoga in this setting makes it very clear to see why. After some morning meditation we begun a two hour class followed by a short break. We then went back to learn some theory, had lunch, learnt more, ate dinner and went back to our rooms to do some homework for tomorrow. I must admit I'm very tried (and I'm not sure how much longer I can pass it off as jet lag), but I am still having so much fun.
There was a large focus on spirituality in our teaching today. We learnt a lot about the philosophy of yoga, it's purpose and traditions. I found some of this quite challenging. It is very new to me and was at some points quite confusing. But I think it's great to try and translate everything into something more tangible and understandable for me. One great explanation of yoga I heard today was how it is finding 'quiet in movement'. For me this has two meanings, on one hand it is stilling the mind there and then by concentrating on the flow of postures, and on the other it is helping to find stillness in the craziness of our everyday lives. I think that one of my favourite things yoga helps to teach is being present in the moment - by doing that it stops anxiety and worry; it helps you to live to the fullest. So maybe I shouldn't be worrying about how hard the teacher training will be. Instead I need to enjoy every second spent in this beautiful place, because I am so lucky.
There was a large focus on spirituality in our teaching today. We learnt a lot about the philosophy of yoga, it's purpose and traditions. I found some of this quite challenging. It is very new to me and was at some points quite confusing. But I think it's great to try and translate everything into something more tangible and understandable for me. One great explanation of yoga I heard today was how it is finding 'quiet in movement'. For me this has two meanings, on one hand it is stilling the mind there and then by concentrating on the flow of postures, and on the other it is helping to find stillness in the craziness of our everyday lives. I think that one of my favourite things yoga helps to teach is being present in the moment - by doing that it stops anxiety and worry; it helps you to live to the fullest. So maybe I shouldn't be worrying about how hard the teacher training will be. Instead I need to enjoy every second spent in this beautiful place, because I am so lucky.
Saturday, 11 April 2015
Bali Magic
You would think that being 22 years old and having completed a degree at university I might have been away from home for at least three weeks but I honestly haven't. At uni I felt a personal sense of achievement if I made it two weekends without going home... The one time that happened anyways. You might question then why I chose to travel all the way to Bali for almost a month to complete my yoga teacher training when I could have done it at home.
Going to Bali to do my teacher training was something I joked about but deep down never thought I would actually do. But when the course I was supposed to complete at home fell through and I felt like I had lost all direction. So to the internet I went (seriously how did people function before google?!)After searching and searching the only thing that seemed perfect was training in Bali... Apart from the fact that it was over 7750 miles away from home and started in just three weeks. Then I did the first spontaneous and slightly crazy thing I have ever done. I just booked it. For someone who writes a list and plan for everything this was big: I decided I was going, no doubts. So a car journey, two flights and rather scary taxi ride later here I am in this beautiful country. It is like nowhere I have ever been before, greenery and flowers back onto dusty roads; places of tranquility are hidden behind crazy bustle; it is swelteringly hot. I think here you have to look for the magic; and I've found it.
The course starts properly tomorrow. We will get up at 6.30 ready to begin, I couldn't be more excited. Apparently after 3 weeks of this intensive training I won't want to hear the word yoga again. I'm pretty sure that for me that is an impossibility, but maybe hold out shouting names of asanas at me when I get off the plane.
Going to Bali to do my teacher training was something I joked about but deep down never thought I would actually do. But when the course I was supposed to complete at home fell through and I felt like I had lost all direction. So to the internet I went (seriously how did people function before google?!)After searching and searching the only thing that seemed perfect was training in Bali... Apart from the fact that it was over 7750 miles away from home and started in just three weeks. Then I did the first spontaneous and slightly crazy thing I have ever done. I just booked it. For someone who writes a list and plan for everything this was big: I decided I was going, no doubts. So a car journey, two flights and rather scary taxi ride later here I am in this beautiful country. It is like nowhere I have ever been before, greenery and flowers back onto dusty roads; places of tranquility are hidden behind crazy bustle; it is swelteringly hot. I think here you have to look for the magic; and I've found it.
The course starts properly tomorrow. We will get up at 6.30 ready to begin, I couldn't be more excited. Apparently after 3 weeks of this intensive training I won't want to hear the word yoga again. I'm pretty sure that for me that is an impossibility, but maybe hold out shouting names of asanas at me when I get off the plane.
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Hello. Finally.
Hello!
For a long time I've kept this blog on the DL but with an imminent trip to Bali now feels like the right time to share it.. and it has been a long time coming.
Back at university my flat mate (Elaine I’m looking at you) and I kept saying that we were ‘going to’ write a blog but it never actually happened. I’m sure back then I would have made the excuse that I didn't have time because I was working too hard and living in the library, but in all honestly I probably just spent a little too long chatting and drinking copious amounts of tea. But, a couple of years later, here it is.
One thing we always puzzled about when discussing our non-existent blogs was what our ‘angle’ or ‘point’ would be; what direction would our websites take? Well this new site is all about health; in every aspect. It’s about nutrition that is easy; about recipes, strength, yoga and fitness. It is about finding ways to constantly nourish your body and soul so that you can live to the fullest.
The next month or so of the blog will admittedly be inundated with posts about yoga. On Thursday I will leave for three weeks in Bali, where I will learn to be a yoga teacher and would love to share as much about it as possible. I will upload a couple of recipes to be going on with until I get back (then hopefully full of Indonesian inspiration… and also with a tan…).
I hope you will enjoy reading the blog as much as I will writing it.
Lots of love x
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