Interoceptive Yoga. Learning the language of our body and trusting in it’s wisdom.

The rituals found in different pockets, faith weaved in to all facets, beauty found in the rawness, a sensory feast, a passage, a reconnection.

Aches and pains, at first sight when you come knocking at my door, you’re easily seen as a disruption, a barrier, a nuisance. You come in loud and as much as I want to slam the door on you, you’re awfully hard to ignore.

It’s a very special feeling retreating with a group of women. We land in a beautiful space, we weave in yoga, we meditate, we sometimes dance waves…

Maybe the problem isn’t the anxiety, the aches and the pains. Instead it’s the way we’ve been told or shown to be with these stickier and tender parts of our human experience.