ganzen Körper. Wir lockern die fest gezurrten Knoten. Da wo Spannung fest sass, kommt wellenartige Bewegung rein.
The pandemic is a catalyzer. Old demons resurface and are magnified. Here’s how simple yoga tools can help with getting out of your head and stopping the downward spiral.
Lockdown, a vulnerable place When, in March 2020, public life came to halt in many countries, addicts were left in a vulnerable place. Isolation, the lack of human connection, is
In yogic circles, setting an intention isn’t the same as a new year’s resolution. It doesn’t mean bending over backwards to reach my goal. You formulate your intention in the privacy of your mind and leave it at that. Still, something within re-aligns. It’s like the act of unfurling the sail on the mast. Then all there’s left to do is to wait for the wind to blow in the right direction. And one day, you just take off.
In yogic circles, setting an intention isn’t the same as a new year’s resolution. It doesn’t mean bending over backwards to reach my goal. You formulate your intention in the privacy of your mind and leave it at that. Still, something within re-aligns. It’s like the act of unfurling the sail on the mast. Then all there’s left to do is to wait for the wind to blow in the right direction. And one day, you just take off.
In yogic circles, setting an intention isn’t the same as a new year’s resolution. It doesn’t mean bending over backwards to reach my goal. You formulate your intention in the privacy of your mind and leave it at that. Still, something within re-aligns. It’s like the act of unfurling the sail on the mast. Then all there’s left to do is to wait for the wind to blow in the right direction. And one day, you just take off.
In yogic circles, setting an intention isn’t the same as a new year’s resolution. It doesn’t mean bending over backwards to reach my goal. You formulate your intention in the privacy of your mind and leave it at that. Still, something within re-aligns. It’s like the act of unfurling the sail on the mast. Then all there’s left to do is to wait for the wind to blow in the right direction. And one day, you just take off.
The nasty email I believe we’ve all been on the receiving end of a nasty email before. This is how my last week started, with an abrasive email on Monday
A clear signal – about speaking our truth Looking for the radio signal On our road trip down to the Ligurian cost, I was reminded of an almost forgtten experience:
I had signed up for a vacation A two week vacation in Lisbon was supposed to be the harmonious conclusion of my maternity leave. But every day I ended up
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