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Thursday 26 July 2018

Student or teacher?

Photo: morguefile.com
I don't get to a regular class at the moment, but last night I treated myself to a session with the lovely Claire Hyde. She used to be my student, but now she is my teacher and sounding board. The class was in a hall where I used to teach, so it really was like coming home.

It was a great session, based on hip openers and connecting with what's true. What was true for me last night was that my balance was rubbish! I was all over the place. Years ago I would have been very embarrassed, but last night it was just funny. Ego secure.

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Thursday 19 July 2018

Stripped Back

Photo by Louise Jensen
I was back at Rushton Hall last night not to teach an extra class, but for a gathering to mark the publication on my book, Stripped-back Yoga. It was a lovely evening, made all the more special by the support - and purchases! - of so many of my students who turned up, some of whom I hadn't seen for ages.

I made me realise, yet again, that I really do have the best job in the world.

Sunday 8 July 2018

Playing to the gallery


I took one of my classes outside this week, into the beautiful grounds of the hotel and spa where I'm lucky enough to teach. We found some shade on the manicured lawns, and as we lay down beneath the evening sky we could see red kites overhead and hear the distant sounds of the village cricket team practising. It was splendid.

The only thing that would have improved the setting would have been if the hotel hadn't been playing host to a conference that finished just as we were about the start. Delegates were pouring out on to the terrace with drinks and buffet food in hand jostling for position, not to find a table, but rather a spot on the steps leading down to the garden for a good view.

We didn't mind, really. We have enough inward focus not to be distracted by clinking glasses and chatter, but we did wonder what they thought of us sticking our tails in the air while they were enjoying their chicken legs. What was really funny was how they made no secret of the fact that they were watching us. I almost expected a round of applause when we finally rolled up our mats and headed back inside.