Tagged: yoga practice


the uniqueness of us all

As spring lights up every corner with its kaleidoscope of blooms, its prancing lambs and the first hint of warmth from the sun, I am reminded that every spring is unique, every flower intricately...


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...



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...