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Alone in the house, I’ve been binge watching Shameless on Netflix far too late at night, not cooking even more than I was not cooking before, wearing the same clothes so I don’t have to put anything away and generally living the innocently debauched life of a first-year uni student. I have still been getting…
Read MoreEven Stevens
Rolling my mat up, replacing the block I hadn’t used and feeling rather defeated, I left my last Yin Yang class, taken in a humid room, with not a drop of sweat on me. I had spent much of the previous hour not being able to enter the full asanas, not meeting my eyes in…
Read MoreSummer
Sand, surf, ocean swims (or not yet if you didn’t book far enough ahead). Soft rain, warm breezes. Cold rain, wet washing. Ice-cream. Bare feet. Late nights. Sunrises. Cotton shirts. Hair undone. Outdoor yoga. Freshly mown grass. Dandelions and pohutukawas. Iceberg lettuce. Beach towels over deck railings. Faded sameness. Memory making. Sunscreen. Sunburn. Blueberries with…
Read MoreAll Sorts Of Merry And Some Beautiful Harmony
Well, hello blog, it’s been a while. But here we are, nationwide and spruced up just in time for everyone to unplug and become one with nature. Excellent timing. With the last few months being consumed with the new website, Christmas and all it entails has only just surfaced and it hasn’t been pretty. But…
Read MoreMy Town
Song title streets. Cafes that know your order. Ponsonby pooches, Waiheke wineries. Small bookshops. Two harbours and city beaches. Eighty-plus yoga studios. The bridge. Slithery, invasive traffic. Road rage. New suburbs, old money. VillasBungalowsTerraces, no space. Green coned parks. All shades of humans. Chinese food. European cars. Stylised beards and shiny new faces. Middle-aged activists,…
Read MoreFifty-Four Things
I’ve been thinking about being brave. It’s an idea that’s often touched on in class, the implicit suggestion that bravery, something I’ve always thought of as a majestic, loud kind of show is more often found in the smaller, backstage details. Somehow that all makes sense on the mat. They say, place your palms up,…
Read MorePutting Out A Welcome Mat
By now you’ll have seen the pictures many times, the one of a three-year-old boy called Aylan Kurdi in particular. Washed up on a Turkish beach, Aylan had drowned as his family tried to flee from Kobani to Europe. At first, like me you may have thought he was being carried alive from the water.…
Read MoreSmall Things Right Now
Changing seasons. Warmth. Blossom and Tuis. Lighter mornings. New yoga pants. Almond milk lattes. Raw chocolate. Unexpected smiles. Hope. Risk-taking. Fresh sheets. Paying it forward quietly. Daisies. Late night conversations. Kitchen bench crow pose. Kindness. Always kindness. Books you never want to end. Kiwi idiosyncrasies. Laughing. Savansana head-rubs and toe-pulls. – Jane x [line] You…
Read MoreSpring Elements
A few things that took place on the mat (and off) this week – Side bends and hip stretches. I am feeling them. I am feeling them a lot. Seems there is more to this season than blossom and lambs and lighter mornings. Yoga associates Spring with the wood element in Chinese medicine meaning it’s…
Read MoreEver The Land
If you’re a yogi, a pretty nice human being and you’re here I’m going to make a big call and suggest you care about the environment, our land and about our people. This is why we’re friends. And although the International Film Festival’s been and gone in Auckland, there was a documentary I saw that’s…
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