8. Yoga Practice for a Modern World
Befriending forward-bending
Yoga is the practice of generosity. Generosity outward and generosity toward ourselves. This blog is my attempt to share a breakthrough in Paschimotanasan (seated forward-bend). This same breakthrough is available in any posture and for some people forward-bending is not hard work. If you can already forward bend for . . .
7. Yoga Practice for a Modern World
Take a headstand
I was recently asked to cover a yoga class in Central London by a teacher whom I have never met. I have covered for this teacher before and - for the purpose of this blog - we will call this teacher X. X asked me to cover, I said yes and then via WhatsApp we clinched it.
Sometimes X wants me to text her after . . .
Storyville in Essex
The chav within
I have made colossal mistakes when it comes to buying and selling property. My mistakes have been big as a Colisseum, tall as a tree. I have also been unmistakable in my mistakenness.
A different strain of man or woman - any man perhaps, or a woman different than me - would have got expert advice and neatly jumped ship . . .
6. Yoga Practice for a Modern World
Becoming a happy hipster
When I was a child my hips were open - dangerously open - and then sometime mid-adolescence they shut. I only noticed the depth of the change in my early twenties. My hips were shut to the extent that when I lay on my back with one leg straight and the other knee folded up and inward, my hip flexor just said 'Stop'.
. . .5. Yoga Practice for a Modern World
The Five Tibetans
The Five Tibetans are a series of yogic exercises brought to the West. The story I heard told is that there was a British army colonel based in the Himalayas who went to live in a monastery with the Tibetan lamas or monks.
There Colonel Bradford (possible a pseudonym) was taught the Five Tibetans and the benefits were . . .
1. Gunpowder and Gumtree
The mystery of the Jamaican on the couch
Gunpowder and Gumtree is a new blog stream bursting from the seams of my recently-changed and rather challenging life. At the age of 53 - having lived alone (or with lovers) since I was 30 years old - I have fallen off the central London property ladder (boom, scrape, dead cat bounce) and am having to eat humble pie (no flour, . . .
8. Reflections on a Gift of India
Shipping the poetry chicken home
Feathers everywhere. The poetry chicken laying a final egg and me (who hates to fly) trying to prepare myself for Vata aggravation and no sleep.
Cheered immensely though when I review the last two months. Over a period of 63 days I have received (thirstily) 126 Ayurvedic treatments involving oil, herbs, rice and more . . .
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