Life is a rollercoaster. When the darkness falls, I step outside and find this peaceful scene. A calf being protected by its mother in the middle of the street. They stand like this all night, until the light comes again. Watching, protecting, together, union. Light and dark, up and down. I’m thankful for my mother, the moon who always lights my path in the darkness, and supports my journey, no matter how obscure. I don’t tell her enough how special she is and she did a great job.  You are perfect, and I love you.

This morning was fabulous. I woke up energised, got on with my cleansing, tea and had a great Hatha session followed by an enlightening Pranayama where I could feel pure white light radiating from me and my spine has never been so straight. I enjoyed the subtle energies around me like the sun hitting my skin, and the scent of fresh fruit at breakfast. Philosophy class was very engaging as we learnt more on Asana practice. I squeezed in a refreshing nap before Yoga Therapy. This was the twist. Unlike the stress relieving Thai Massage style Yoga Therapy, we instead used an emotional release technique. It reminded me of some OSHO methods I had used in Nicaragua, so the process was familiar and welcome, but nothing changes the intenselyly draining feeling of such a release. I’ve been working on my right hip and there are some really deep dark issues in that one, so my energy is all out of whack.

Its G’s last day and the crew are heading to a cafe together, but I need some alone time and to get onto some emails. Again, the internet is failing me. Zee, I sent you an essay of a birthday message but it was lost in the Rishikesh internet abyss and I don’t think you received it. In short, happy 30th baby x.

As I head up for Astanga, I notice Vishnu is in the room. He returned to Rishikesh today and it feels as though he has been around all of the classes reclaiming his territory. We’ve developed and come so far in the week of his absence that he seems like a stranger. There have been some mixed opinions about the Astanga Vinyasa Asana class, so he stays a while watching to check in with what’s happening before disappearing, like a snake. I love the flow of this class and my right hip has opened up so much since the Yoga Therapy session. Its unlocked some crazy energy and I find myself singing, laughing and flowing through the class and then cartwheeling straight into meditation class, where we all fall into a pile on the floor laughing as I’m contorting through the air space, Vero is holding a Reiki session on Dee and there are a bunch of people around the room in various meditations and asanas. This is our life inside the bubble of the Vinyasa Yoga Academy.

After the dark, the light will always come. 

What's on my mat today. Timber blocks, a cushion, a strap and one brightly coloured leg.

What’s on my mat today. Timber blocks, a cushion, a strap and one brightly coloured leg.

Mind the sting.

Mind the sting.

I find myself teaching an improv acro class after Astanga Vinyasa.

I find myself teaching an improv acro class after Astanga Vinyasa.

Vero catches me unawares in an interesting angle to say the least.

Vero catches me unawares in an interesting angle to say the least.

Unconditional love.

Unconditional love.