When I first heard the word Mysore – I thought it had something to do with “My sore…hamstrings!”. I later found out that this is the name of the city in South India from where the practice originates. Now in Ashtanga yoga schools around the world, “Mysore-style”...
“Slowly, slowly, brake!” These were the words of advice from Kumar the rickshaw driver when he saw me earlier this week on a scooter for the first time. He also said, “Madam, full traffic – no!” The instruction wasn’t dissimilar to what I have been hearing Sharath say...
It seems I have a penchant for religious festivals. Recent events in Dubai have reminded me of this eccentricity and to be honest I am wondering what is next! A recent chain of events started with my first “iftar” breaking of fast. I hadn’t actually fasted, but in...
Last weekend I went to the wedding party of the first person I met in Mysore. It was 2006 and I had travelled to Mysore in Southern India to study Ashtanga Yoga. Less than a year earlier was when I first heard about Mysore. I had been attending evening Ashtanga...
Six months and 15 countries later, I thought I would write a little summary of the simple yet valuable lessons learnt from continuing a daily practice of Ashtanga yoga while travelling. I realised as I wrote this that some of these things I already knew from my...
