Yoga

When I’m not busy, or on days where I can squeeze it in, I’ve rediscovered yoga in the form of a new studio that just opened. In fact I met the lead yogi, Igor, as he was passing out flyers in my favourite bookstore. I joined up without hesitation when I learned a monthly unlimited pass was just 36 euros. A casual visit is 9 euros so I only had to make it once a week to break even. But in fact I’m one of a small group of very regular practioners – almost exclusively girls, of course – who are blessed with two of the best yoga instructors I’ve ever met. In fact a couple of the girls that attend are yoga instructors themselves.
Perhaps it is there instruction, my relaxed lifestyle, or some other mystic quality, but I’m finding the inspiration of the practices to have a more positive influence than ever, affecting not just my tight, poor abused body, but my very response to life. The challenge of course will be to maintain this once I return home.
The Kite House has joined a partnership with the studio also, so I regularly try to recruit residents to come to the sessions. So far no luck, but I’m doing what I can to support this worthy, fledgling enterprise TheLightRoom.com. Personally I go about 5 times a week, though sometimes that is twice a day!