I'm excited to pick up my proverbial pen again ...

... in the liminal

The pull of poison

So that we can practise rest.

Off to the boarding gate ...

And see it as a success?

... why I seldom cue headstands in my yoga classes

A little love letter for me (and for you)

Somatics over story ...

Sprout. Shine. Shed. Surrender.

Time to fly …

It's the feeling, not the form.

A letter to myself. From myself.

A Little Story & an Autumn Savasana

Teenage angst is both acutely personal and achingly universal ...

The spring bud and bulb is beautiful ... but so is the seemingly barren, for it births the beauty.

Why is life measured by a series of firsts ... or coming first?

Magical meditation moment with my manipura ...

The isle of apples: life, death and rebirth.

A poem and preparation for lockdown 2.0.