There is a yoga revolution. Are you joining in?

As I struggle to college with the hope of empowering my words and sharing my thoughts to any great good I can bring, I remember I am no longer young, and I smile.

Last month I spoke of the need for change.

This month I am reminded with good mindfulness of the body impermanence is fact!

I hope you are all looking after yourselves with self-compassion, and enjoying the gift of life even with the pains and creaks of age.

‘Love save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.’   Mark Twain











August always suggests heat in my mind.

Parched grass, cracked mud, rubbery strands tickling my toes as a child. Burning sand. Crickets. Midgets. Ice-cream holidays for the lucky ones. The dark ocean beckoning us to cool in its silken depths. Children splashing, old ones sighing. Lovers entwined in sticky embrace. Animals shading. A month of still, a month of respectful heat.

I hope you find something beautiful in August, even if you remain pinned to the office, shop, warehouse or ward.

I hope you find a moment to pause, and feel the pulse of life in this intense dustbowl of days.

See you in September!