Changing latitudes

Tomorrow = JHB РMumbai РDelhi РDharamsala РMcleodganj.

I’m not a particularly good traveller.¬† The ‘getting to the airport on time’ thing generally freaks me out.¬† In fact the whole¬†lead up to a trip (even to Cape Town for God’s sake) gets me revved up to a high-pitched¬†anxiety.¬† Once I’m airborne though I’m usually fine¬†(take-offs and landings are another least favourite).¬† And foreign, chaotic airports also give me little adrenalin surges … which is all so stupid since I’ve done my fair share of travelling and consider myself fairly competent … and I do enough yoga to take the edge off, you’d think.

But no.¬† So the next 36 hours or so will be interesting.¬† But despite the IBS, I’m excited.¬† Really.¬† Bring it.¬† I have totally been enjoying my life these past few months, but I still feel like there needs to be¬†some integration, some direction (I’m a late bloomer as my mom loves to say), and I’m hoping India and Mcleodganj¬†provides some welcome perspective.¬†

And it looks like a shocking place right?

See you on the other side …


The right attire

I love these dresses!  Now I just need an event to wear one to!

See more loveliness here.

Hopes for India

In just¬†3 days I’m off to India.¬† Again.¬† Yes.¬†

It’s a bit of a crazy thought.¬† When I booked myself onto this Ashtanga teacher training course it felt like AGES away, and yet here we are.¬† I’m beginning to feel more than anxious; I really, really loved my experience in India in January, but I had my best friend with me as scooter driver and general psychological guidance councillor, and this time I’ll be going it alone, and it will not be¬†a holiday.¬† I’ll be working really hard and India can be unexpectedly intense, distressing¬†and infuriating.¬† I’m also wondering how my body is going to react and how I’m going to cope with complete yoga submersion for one month.¬†

Oh, and if I’ll even be a good teacher!

While I’m away this blog may be on the lean side, but I will be blogging for Shape magazine, probably every second day or so, so you can always catch up with me and my sweat stained mat over there ūüėČ

I’m hoping Dharmshala will allow:

  • a deeper, more layered yoga practice
  • a greater understanding of yoga philosophy (as I tend towards a focus on the physical asanas, rather than the meaning behind, or inside, them)
  • an integration of¬†a whole lot¬†of changes that have taken place since January – singledom, lost love, letting go, career and ideas of ‘success’ reevaluation, old flames rekindled, and seemingly endless opportunities for growth and lightness
  • an insight into how to heal my weak spots – physical and mental – whether that means realignment,¬† or ceasing and desisting ūüôā
  • new friends
  • large gulps of Himalayan air, mental tapestries of Himalayan mountains, and ingested wisdom from Himalayan temples
  • a calm within the Indian chaos; a peace in the moment.

So I’m not expecting too much then ūüôā

Oh, and some distracting eye-candy would not go amiss.  For sure.


Jo’burg’s lightness

I went to Randlords¬†on Saturday night … I love the place.¬† It puts Jo’burg (and its luminescence) into perspective, and I always leave thinking how much I love the city centre; its aliveness, its¬†humanity, its breathing buildings, its architecture.¬† I suddenly feel like we live in a proper city, like London or New York – there’s that swift optimism that the¬†suburban set will begin to venture back into the CBD, injecting it with vigour and facilitating a cosmopolitan street culture.¬†

Clothes to sweat in

Friday.  Well hello. 

Things are looking up.¬† Had a great practice this morning … two days off did not decimate my practice or put me back 4 months.¬† This has taken a while for me to wrap my Type A mind around, but hell, I think I might be¬†starting to get¬†‘moderation’ and ¬†‘listening to my body’.¬† We shall see ūüôā

I have 1 week (WHOA) until I fly off to India again.¬† I’m not going to be taking any of my favourite items of clothing (the ‘beating’ washing technique is not very gentle on fabric).¬† But I do always need new yoga clothes … and these babies from Victoria’s Secret and talking to me:

Oh.¬† And by the way.¬† It’s World Masturbation Month.¬† True story.


My heart beats to a Weyandts beat

What a weird week.¬† I put it down to all those public holidays we’ve had … and yet another one next week!¬† I’ve managed to see psychics and old friends, and drink too much¬†wine, and skip yoga¬†two mornings this week.¬† I’ve managed to have a bad case of the sads¬†and a big case of the happy heartbeats, all within four days … I feel exhausted (and mindblown that it’s Thursday!).¬†

I really need some bedside lights, and I’d like some of the hanging variety … of course Weylandts always has these things covered:

These bedside lamps are also gorgeous:

With the cold weather set in, I’d love to dress up my floors:

And I don’t really need a new table, but this one would look so good in my house, and I can just imagine throwing large dinner parties around it!


I had the greatest practice last night.  Hamstrings were long and warm and flexible.  Back was supple and bendy.  I was strong and filled with stamina.  Happiness.

This morning I stumbled onto my mat, dragged myself through second series and generally managed to do just the bare minimum, while sweating profusely, feeling shakey and battling to breathe.  Unhappiness.

That’s yoga right?¬† Much like life.¬† But I’m committing¬†to it – life, yoga, relationships, direction … everything.¬† And not¬†to achieve¬†¬†5/10/20 year goals – that’s impossible – but committing¬†to what’s happening today, what’s available right now.¬† There’s nothing worse than half-arsed¬†participation, wishy-washy involvement and half-in-half-out contribution.¬† I know we all do it – it’s self-preservation¬†because committment¬†of any kind¬†is a risk – but I’ve realised that committing¬†fully, bringing the whole¬†of oneself to the party, is the short-cut to the knowing whether someone/something is viable.¬†

And why waste time?  I may have fiddled around in my early twenties, playing games and enjoying the anxiety of not knowing, of thinking that I had all the time in the world, but with the fact that I am approaching 30 and the world continues to spin faster with a greater density in events and thoughts and desires, there really seems no point in wasting any time by holding anything back when committing to a particular direction.