Thoughts on practice, the seasons, and thirty years of unrolling the same mat. Written by Emma, when she has something worth saying.
Why yoga and skiing make perfect partners, and how a ski yoga week in the French Alps brings solo skiers together.
What happens when strangers share a week of yoga, cycling or skiing, and why most guests arrive alone but leave as friends.
Real yogis study in India, bathe in the Ganges and come back transformed. Or so I thought, until I went.
Yoga is a really inefficient way to become fit. What it is efficient at is teaching you how to live.
It has never come easily to my body. After nearly two decades, that is rather the point.
Nine full days of Noble Silence. Everyone asks about the silence — it was the easiest part.
Injury prevention, active recovery, and the one organ that decides whether you last in your sport.
Sometimes I look at the daffodils forcing their heads above the frost line and want to whisper, wait, rest awhile.
Forty days is the minimum it takes to embed a new habit. So why spend them thinking about what you are going without?
December is when even the most established practitioners look at me with a hint of hysteria. Here is a practice that fits.
The autumn equinox is a moment of perfect balance between light and dark. The mat is a good place to notice it.
December mornings, and the beaches are full. Wild swimmers have no regrets — soulful warriors of the water.
After the Ironman and then lockdown, the fog would not lift. So I audited myself the way I would audit a student.
Seven nights somewhere beautiful, practising twice a day. Three trips are open for booking.
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