I may have missed out on a holiday with the husband this summer (I am still working on that trip to the Maldives), but I am so glad I made it to Bali to further my yoga training. I am proud to say (cue ‘pleased as punch’ grin) that I am now a 500 hours registered yoga teacher with the international Yoga Alliance, which means I can put this nifty little logo by my name…
A big thanks also to Dubai’s Zen Yoga for creating the little flyer below in honour of my Bali training! If you look closely at the pic below, you can just see me poking my head up at the back!
I’m sitting next to Darth Vader. Not as an extra in Star Wars, but as someone trying to meditate and tune out the overpowering noise of my neighbour’s breath. Every few minutes she takes an audible inhale followed by a long throaty exhale, accompanied now and again by a low moan. I wonder what is going on in her head in a bid to get away from the battering ram of my own thoughts. It is amazing the little things that start to consume your mind when you are not allowed to speak for a week.
It’s 5am. I’m bolt upright in my bed in Bali, squinting at the palm sized dark object that has just dropped in to say hello through the wooden carvings beside my door. With the alarm set to go off in 20 minutes anyway, I decide sleeping with an intruder on the prowl is not an option, so I leap up to switch on the light and inspect the damage….cockroach. A speedy bugger this one is too. As he zips about the floor, a loud expletive escapes my lips, breaking the silence I am supposed to be observing first thing every morning.