Tagged: breath


When I met yoga

It all started for me when I was at the Capio Nightingale Hospital, Marylebone, many years ago now. I was there because of depression. The Black Dog. I’d lost all of me. Empty, fragile...


Somewhere over the rainbow

Everyday I wonder what lies ahead of me and I worry that I will fail. Trying to stay in the present is like trying to ‘think of nothing’. But through breath, movement and kindness...



It can be a struggle to practice yoga on your own. Do we all struggle to be disciplined in the things we love? Is it about breaking a habit (getting on with the day...