Monthly Archives: November 2008
Diaries
I have a box of old diaries, 20 or more of them, which I’ve wanted to share in some way for a long time. But what to do – scan them? read them out? type them? I am settling on … Continue reading
Rodney Yee home course – Week 7
Week 7 is taking two weeks. It’s a little too much, with around 25 asanas per day. This week is headstands and inversions, so it is incorporating more complete practices, course additions pretty much finished. So I am practising every … Continue reading
Moving Toward Balance – Week 6
Restorative backbends supported by a bolster and blankets. Gentle forward bends performed at four in the morning. This week is totally different again. The course is full of welcome surprises, feeling that very little typical yoga was done this week, … Continue reading
Netley, Hamble, Bursledon Walk
Yesterday’s walk from Netley, through the haunted grounds of Royal Victoria Park, along the coast and across the common to Hamble, across to the east bank and up to Lower Swanwick and Bursledon. I wanted to see the old asylum … Continue reading
Old body
Oh, an old body moving in strange ways early in the morning. Sometimes it seems easier not to bother at all, especially a couple of mornings after ice skating, my legs all heavy and needing to be clunked into position … Continue reading
Russell's Revolution
I like Russell Brand. I think the fuss over the answerphone messages is exaggerated and manipulated. Here’s a nice quite from him in the Guardian: ‘The thing is, Miranda [Sawyer], that through circumstance or design, I have aligned my success … Continue reading
Week 4 – Moving Toward Balance
After week 3′s backbends with accompanying energy raising, week 4 was altogether more calming, steadying and relaxing. The focus was on twists, learning reclined twists, kneeling, crossed-legged, open body and cross-body. I like twists. You stop, you breath, subtle changes … Continue reading
Night
I’m wide awake, it’s (very early) morning. Woke at a time before it seemed, dreams over and mind clear. Hours and hours of the night, with music, clarity coming, lost, let go and returning; a strange rhythm not of my … Continue reading