Everybody loves a Real Story

My very first childhood memory of storytelling was around 4 years of age. My beautiful Nanna was the storyteller in this instance and I was in awe of her ability to make me laugh and inspire me with special stories about family and kindness. To this day I can still feel the comfort of her lap, her loving nanna arms wrapped around me, and the smell of her 4711 perfume (the scent of the era).

A Yogi’s Guide to 2015

While contorted in a tricky position in yoga the other day, our teacher offered us a wise word of advice. It all started with the crow and the coconut… In more prosaic terms, fortune favors the prepared!  In yoga, as with any endeavour, the only way to reach your goal is to keep taking it…