It takes 21 days to form a habit. I am almost there.

21 days of writing.
21 days of Kriya.
21 days of Pranayama.
21 days of Hatha.
21 days of Astanga.
21 days of Meditation.
21 days without coffee.

I have started teaching my own classes, my preference lending to Hatha flow incorporating my own flair using chanting, savasana techniques, music and tibetan singing bowls to set the energy. The intention for my class is total submission with a focus on breath, relaxation, strength and alignment and has a strong focus on hands on adjustments. This will of course develop organically over time.

I’m blessed to take my new practice on the road with the circus bus tour, training circus artists and delivering tailored classes for bringing spirit to body. I can see sunrises with meditation chants and singing bowls, dance meditations and Hatha flows. I also envision yoga therapy and reiki sessions on the road.

And what about that thing hanging from my nose?

Ah yes, that thing is supposed to shoot straight up the nasal cavity, bend down the throat and then your hand is supposed to catch the end and pull it through your mouth before rubbing it back ad forth like dental floss. Serious yogis will do this with force, so that the soft palette slowly reshapes, allowing room for the tongue to fold up on itself and taste the so called nectar located near your third eye. I cannot manage to get the thing past the back of my throat and I’m pretty sure I’ve bruised my tonsils. Geo on the other hand is on the path to nectar bliss. Try anything once, right?!

And that purple thing on my hip?

I may have mentioned this the other day in passing, but I STACKED it on the wet marble stairs the other day. Bright purple lines instantly appeared on my butt. That’s right, its a picture of my butt. Sharing too much? I haven’t even touched on my toilet shenanigans. Lets just say it involves one particular cafe seems to set me off and some fancy ayurvedic pills. I can go a week with no movement but here, I always end up dashing to the ladies which is also the gents, which is also located in the middle of the cafe, which also has no loo paper – just a hose located at the rear of the bowl. Yikes. I’ll stop the oversharing here.

 

I give up!

I give up!

 

Like a boss.

Like a boss.

 

Couldn't help myself. Too many colours!

Couldn’t help myself. Too many colours!

 

Singing bowl lust.

Singing bowl lust.