In some corners of modern spirituality, the ego has become a kind of villain. Something to overcome, dissolve, silence, or eradicate. If you’ve ever heard phrases like “ego death” or “living beyond the ego”, you’ll know the tone - as if the ego were a flaw in our design rather than a part of it. Yoga tells a quieter, more compassionate story. In yogic philosophy, the ego is not a monster to be slain. It is a function of the mind - necessary, human, and profoundly shaped by ex

The Wolf Moon rises in January, when the earth is quiet and the year is still finding its footing. I always feel this moon as a threshold. Not a clean beginning, but a deep pause. A moment where the old year has not quite loosened its grip, and the new one has not yet asked anything of us.

This year, I read more than seventy books ,fiction and non-fiction, and each one left something behind. Some offered language. Some softened me. Some unsettled me in ways that later felt essential. What follows isn’t a comprehensive list, but a shortlist of books that will stay with me forever. These are the ones that didn’t just inform me, but worked on me - shaping how I think, how I teach, and how I hold space.

Each year, I take time to reflect on my work - not as an exercise in productivity or performance, but as a practice of honest listening. I look back at what worked well, what didn’t, and the growth I may not have fully recognised in the moment. This part of my reflection isn’t about failure. It’s about noticing friction - the moments where something felt slightly out of alignment, or where my body quietly asked for a boundary sooner.

Each year, I take time to reflect on my work - not as an exercise in productivity or performance, but as a practice of honest listening. I look back at what worked well, what didn’t, and the growth I may not have fully recognised in the moment. These reflections help me discern what wants to be carried forward, and what is ready to be released. They shape how I plan for the year ahead - not through rigid goals, but through intention, attention, and care. This year I truly beg

If things feel a bit much, you’re not doing it wrong. When the pressure to get it right creeps in, pause. Take one slow breath, soften the body, and come back to what matters — presence over presents, connection over perfection.

Theme: The Practice of Tapas: The Sacred Fire of Commitment This week in our Sangha, we introduced Tapas — one of the niyamas, and a teaching that speaks to inner fire, steady devotion, and the courage to stay present with what truly matters. Tapas is often translated as discipline or effort, but it’s not the harsh, punishing kind we might associate with pushing or forcing. As Deborah Adele writes in The Yamas and Niyamas, Tapas is the heat that refines — the steady warmth t

Every year, around the soft in-between days of December — usually somewhere near the 30th — I choose a word. I don’t make a vision board. I don’t set grand resolutions. I listen. I sit with a notebook, a cup of something warm, and the question: What quality do I want to walk beside me this year? Not what do I want to achieve — but how do I want to move through what comes. For 2025, the word that rose, steady and unmistakable, was 'discernment'. At the time, I didn’t fully und

Chakras are often mentioned in yoga spaces, but rarely explained in a way that feels simple, grounded, or relevant to real life. This short introduction is for complete beginners — whether you practise yoga or not. We’ll explore what chakras are, why they matter, and how they offer a compassionate way of understanding our bodies, emotions and inner lives, without anything being “blocked” or broken.

Santosha invites us to rest in the enoughness of this moment. We don’t need to wait for life to be perfect before we soften. Like a still lake, we can meet both ease and difficulty with steadiness and presence. Contentment isn’t something to chase — it’s something we return to, breath by breath.

Saucha is often translated as purity or cleanliness, but as Deborah Adele reminds us in The Yamas and Niyamas, this isn’t about striving for perfection or rigid order. It’s about cultivating the kind of inner and outer environment that allows energy, breath, and inspiration to move freely through us.

Fascia is the silken, fibrous tissue that wraps through and around everything — muscles, bones, organs, even nerves. It’s what gives us our shape and our sense of cohesion. And because fascia is living tissue, it adapts to what we do most often.

As autumn deepens and the veil between worlds thins, the energy of Samhain drifts through the air — quiet, reflective, and edged with mystery. The harvest has been gathered; the fields lie bare. Nature herself exhales, releasing what has completed its cycle. The trees surrender their leaves without resistance, trusting that this falling away is part of a larger rhythm.

How are you with the festive period? Honestly, I find it difficult. The pressure, the busyness, the sheer over-stimulation of it all. That tug-of-war between “have I bought enough?”  and “why on earth are we buying all this stuff anyway?”  The internal battle between “it’s the most wonderful time of the year”  and “it’s all absolute bollocks.” (Pardon the language). The wreath-making I love, and the Christmas decorations that don't look quite right...But who can recover from

Theme: Brahmacharya: Walking in Sacred Balance There’s a beautiful stillness hidden in the word Brahmacharya . It’s often translated as *celibacy*, but that narrow definition misses its heart. In its truest sense, Brahmacharya invites us to walk through the world in sacred balance — to honour our energy, our attention, and our desire as something precious, not to be spilt carelessly into every passing distraction. In Sanskrit, Brahma means “the divine,” and *charya* means “t

Laurel Park has been a part of my life since 2019 — a place I return to whenever I need space to breathe, reconnect, and remember what really matters. It’s peaceful, grounding, and quietly transformative. In this post, I’m sharing why this beautiful corner of Lincolnshire means so much to me, and why it felt like the only place that could hold my first weekend retreat: Transformational Rest.

For too long, menopause has been cast in the language of loss — a quiet decline, a soft unravelling into invisibility. But endings are never simply endings. They are compost, dark soil for something new to take root. What if menopause were not a diminishment, but an initiation? Not a failure of the body, but its deep wisdom at work — a fire that burns away the false so that we can meet what is true. Writers and teachers like Red School, Sharon Blackie, and Katherine May have

In yoga philosophy, there’s a quietly powerful teaching that names four stages of being: Bogi, Rogi, Yogi, and Tyagi. It’s not so much a ladder to climb as it is a mirror — an invitation to notice how we’re living and where our energy is flowing.

There are seasons when life feels tender at the edges — when everything within us is shifting, asking to be met in a new way. For many...

What lies beneath the stories we tell ourselves? This week, we explore the art of being honest with ourselves — through yoga philosophy, core values, and the still lake of truth.