Yoga is a tool I’ve kept close ever since my first class around the age of 15.
Persuaded by my father and uncle, I found myself on a mat in a dusty room in the corner of a building site near the dock of Cardiff Bay, nervous, intrigued, yet horrified at the realisation that I was trapped here for hour and half, I pressed on.
Sweat dripped, muscles ached and dust swirled, 90 minutes went by and honestly, the yoga epiphany didn’t hit, but sound advice led me to trust in the process, so began my practice.
Years later when the class tally started to add up I began to notice a shift, my body started to respond, muscles softened but strengthened, focus sharpened, habits dwindled, shoulders became lighter, anxieties eased and my steps a little surer, we understood each other now, my body, the practice and my place within it all.I wanted to explore further so embarked on a yoga foundation course in London.
It quickly became apparent that behind the fancy poses was a philosophy that had started to germinate from that very first class and was now firmly establishing its roots.
After a year of solo travel and a LOT more practice I took up a 2 year training with the British Wheel of Yoga. 5 years, 3 continents and countless teachers later I find myself as passionate, confused and astounded at the practice as ever.