All things are connected and held together on a thread of divine consciousness. The relationships between us, the planets, stars and moons a

As most of you know, in the past there've been no classes when I went away on holiday or was on training. Now that we've got a space outside of my home I can welcome other teachers to share their yoga with you. From my own experience as a student, it's been so valuable working with more than one teacher. Every teacher has their own unique style and voice and will bring something different to their classes. I hope you will embrace the opportunity to try something new! I've cho

Last week I was invited to take part in a two-day creative workshop to identify ways to re-categorise plant-based food for non-veggie and vegan audiences. As it stands plant-based options in supermarkets and restaurants seem to be relegated to the 'vegetarian' box on the menu or the 'free-from' section in the supermarket. This segregation of plant-based foods turns off many who don't claim a veggie or vegan identity. The aim is not that everyone gives up meat completely but r

A letter to myself as a student of yoga, and to all of you I am lucky enough to stand in-front of as a teacher. Dear student, I love you. I see the beauty in you. I see the pure consciousness behind your colourful eyes. The light that shines there illuminates your w hole face, and reflects light back onto mine. But don't feel that you need me here for that light to be. It is. All the time. Whether someone is there to perceive it or not. Beautiful one, learning to perceive you

When do you become a teacher? Is it when you pass your 200 hours TT? Is it when you master pincha mayarasana? Perhaps it’s when you teach your first class, or when you get your first pay cheque. Perhaps it’s when a student tells you how much they enjoyed your class or when you develop a sizeable online following. But what does it really mean to be a teacher? As an early-30s teacher with three years’ experience I undoubtedly have much to learn. I find myself sitting at the fee

As someone who finds it hard to say no to friends, family, colleagues and clients, a peak at my diary on Sunday night has the potential to fill me with dread for the week. Hugs blocks of red from 6am until 10pm most weekdays (and recently at the weekends too) are the norm. Things have got so bad recently that my husband and I have been little more than strangers sharing a pillow. But enough's enough. It's time to refocus, reprioritise and scale back so I have some time left f

When can you say "I am a yoga teacher"? Is it when you pass your 200 hours TT? When you master pincha myarasana? Perhaps it’s when you teach your first class, or when you get your first pay cheque. Or is it when a student tells you how much they enjoy your teachings or when you develop a sizeable online following? I’m on the aeroplane back from two weeks in sunny Goa and contemplating what it means that for the first time since I started teaching around 16 months ago, when as

Sometimes life’s kaleidoscope reflects the most beautiful patterns and shapes onto our hearts. Today, my teacher on retreat, Katy, offered us Hanh Nhat Thich’s teachings to contemplate during a fiery morning practice. All week I have struggled with an internal tug of war – my mind demanding more fire – faster, harder, more challenging – and my heart willing me to respect the steadier pace Katy had set for our mixed level group. My usual practice is pacey and challenging, even