Something happened last month: I put my credit card over the limit. To be honest, I’m often hovering just below the limit. And then my bank will invite me to increase my limit, which I do and that buys me some short-lived peace of mind.… Read more
I have slowly been inching back into teaching yoga, or rather teaching yoga has found me again. It wasn’t the plan, but in the midst of job-jobbing and 9-to-5’ing, I found myself craving movement and meaning. After all this computer work and ideas and theories, I’ve been wanting to do something tangible and body-centred.… Read more
There’s a piece of me that is fascinated with alternative ways of making meaning and wishes I could have committed myself to the path of teaching yoga as a livelihood.
I had the chance to encounter this reality last month when I went to a presentation at the University of Victoria called Politics of Yoga: Sex, Religion and Power in a Global Industry.… Read more
There’s a piece of me that is fascinated with academia and wishes I had committed myself to becoming some kind of yoga nerd academic.
I had the chance to encounter this world last month when I went to a presentation at the University of Victoria called Politics of Yoga: Sex, Religion and Power in a Global Industry.… Read more
On the first hot day of the west coast summer, I drove 30 minutes out from the city of Victoria to a lavender farm near the ferry terminal to try yoga with goats. I paid $25 each for my partner and myself at the Victoria Lavender Farm’s gift shop, resisting the urge to buy handmade lavender soap or a goat yoga t-shirt (complete with a cross-legged and, inexplicably, cross-eyed goat), and then walked to a paddock where 25 or so people (mostly women in athleisure gear) had gathered.… Read more