Coming Clean :: Adapting A Yoga Practice to Life on the Road. Or not.

Coming Clean :: Adapting A Yoga Practice to Life on the Road. Or not.

Practice, an activity that one undertakes as one imbibes air or other essential nourishment, is, for me, an intensely personal experience. Private, even; intimate. I could perhaps add: isolated. As an only child, and later, in a three and a half decade marriage where I was alone a lot, I didn’t realise how isolating the experience of Practice could be.

Solo. Alone. Breath by breath, asana by asana, sensation by sensation, conscious moment by conscious moment. On my mat, in my body. With my self.

By My Self.

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Body-Land Portraits

Body-Land Portraits

I experience my body as part of the greater ecology. Part of the land. For the longest time I have experienced myself in this way. My own interior echoed in the terrain of the landscape. It is, in fact, the "why" behind the title of this site, of my work and service. I find myself in deep communion with the land during dance, within my yoga practice, and simply, or course, whilst walking and photographing. Whilst Breathing.

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Cycles, rhythms and tides

Cycles, rhythms and tides

January. A time of effulgent heat, here in Brisbane. Palpable humidity; liquid skin. A time to immerse in the drenching air, and unravel. Re-calibrate. Rest. There's often naught else to do!

We are beings in integral relationship with all things. The rhythms of seasons, the cycles of climate, large and small, the breathing bodies of land and water. 

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Resources for you - Pearls within the oysters

Resources for you - Pearls within the oysters

The past few months I've been ill, as in, really ill. As in, hospital, stop teaching, rest now ill. It takes a lot for me to stop teaching. I have, after all, been doing it for over four decades; dance, or anatomy or yoga, or some combination of these three. It's part of who I am. Not as something that defines me, rather, as part of the way my cells breathe. Teacher. Totems of wolf, and eagle and lion. And for those who know me well; shark. With a hearty dose of Kookaburra. Koookakakak hahaha.

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Jellies, Time and fluid gestation

Jellies, Time and fluid gestation

Time suspends. The quiet gestation of 'the space between' has permeated my days and consciousness this past month. A pause, since EASS-y.

I often experience this, as I move - float - through transitions. Not as a free form 'take me where you will', rather, as an awake conscious being, in creation with All That Is. Unalloyed with a demand for a particular outcome, or form.

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