Der be rope in dem der hills

So, since we last had a proper chat (and I don't mean about yoga...) I've attended three rope sessions. There has been some suspension, some inversion and some semenawa. All of it has been carried out in a drafty shed with a concrete floor, next to a creek where the chill just seems to set... Continue Reading →


Confessions of a yoga noob

Five¬†weeks ago I signed myself up for yoga classes at a respectable yoga school close to my office. I had walked past that place everyday for almost 2 years thinking that one day I would like to see what is behind its blacked-out windows, but it took the fear of offering my services as a... Continue Reading →

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