I’m having a good day today. One of those days when everything just falls into place. Most yogis of my acquaint admit these days don’t happen as often as perhaps they ought to, but when they do happen they are a joy to behold.

We’re still staying with my parents so my morning yoga practice was in their front room — usually when I practice in a new space things don’t always feel quite right, but this morning my practice and my breath flowed into one another and my time on my mat flew by!

After breakfast, we went to the morning showing of The Boat that Rocked. I love the morning showings as the cinema is always empty! We shared the screen with just two older women who were overheard afterwards talking about the memories the film brough back. It’s about pirate radio in the 1960s and about standing up for what you believe in. It’s also very very funny and has Rhys Darby in it, a current hero of mine

Now I’m curled up on the sofa with tea and books and my family around me and all is well with the world.

As I said, these days don’t always happen — but surely the key is to always remember that they *do* happen. And on those bad days, when we’re panic-stricken or sad or bored, we can remember that sometimes everything does just click, and maybe by remembering and visualising those great days we can make them more frequent.

Namaste

The week of the G20 Summit I propose my own New World Order:-

I yearn for a dawn, a dawn most blessed
when every child has protection and is cherished;
every fist opened, every caress for giving not taking;
every clenched heart that hits out be melted;
every mouth fed, every head sheltered;
where weapons would be beaten once and for all into plough shares;
where difference could be celebrated
as the walls of dogma and division come down;
where broken relationships may be restored;
and unspoken family members hold each other in long embrace
–Tess Ward

I have been feeling kind of numb lately. I guess that’s why I’ve not been updating that much. Since Christmas I have felt stuck in a rut, uneffected by anything, emotionless. Both my yoga practice and my teachign have felt rather jaded. I read quite a few blogs of people who are just starting out on their yoga teacher training and are filled with such excitement and anticipation and I remember that feeling and I envy them. Because somewhere along the line yoga teaching becomes a job like any other and like any job, some days I’m afraid you just don’t want to do it. But it doesn’t have to be this way. I just have to remember where to find my inspiration.

Partly it’s the fibromyalgia fog, which has been particularly bad, and partly it’s the pain, which has also been particularly bad and partly I suspect it is the time of year. January and February always seem so bleak, with so little to look forward to.

But now March is here and the crocus and daffodils are in bloom and there is hope of summer.

My epiphany happened this morning during my early morning yoga practice. The sun was filtering in through the gap in the curtains lighting up a ray of dust motes (and the ubiquitous cat hair) in the air and suddenly I realised “life isn’t so bad”. Life is not a rollercoaster of excitement, there are things I have wanted to achieve that I have been unable to do, but I do run my own yoga business and I do make a difference to my students. I need to focus much more on the simple things, the little things. And then life is sweeter.

So today I take my inspiration from the sunshine and the fresh air. From a cup of Earl Gray and a piece of fruitcake. From the simple pleasures of the world around me.