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Stop this crazy Yoga!

At the post-practice coffee this morning we had a lively discussion about injuries. I’m sure you’ve never done this yourself ; ) My recent back injury was the trigger for the conversation. It went something like this: Every person who I told about my injury who doesn’t do Yoga suggested I stop doing it.¬† My […]

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Back to basics

As some of you know I’ve been going through a difficult time with a lower back injury over the last 6 weeks. It’s been nagging me for a while but I’d chosen to ignore it until it got too painful! Not very clever, but I’m stubborn and need teaching. Sometimes pain is my best teacher. […]

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Prem’s workshop in Tunbridge Wells

Yesterday I attended Anthony “Prem” Carlisi’s workshop: Living Principles of Ashtanga Yoga, Ayurveda and Tantra in Tunbridge wells. There must have been about 35 people attending, most of whom were Scott’s students. Scott was hosting the event and it sounds like he was a great host to Prem and Heather. I’ll link to Scott as […]

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April Living Mysore Magazine

Hi Ashtangis, April’s edition of Living Mysore Magazine has some good reading: Check out the interesting article with Russell. The David Williams article is also a good read too. I thought David’s comment on “openings” was rather refreshing. I never could figure out what the difference between an “opening” and an injury was. At the […]

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Happy Snowday!

We had some serious snow in Brighton today – It snowed solidly for hours! Being from a warm climate, snow for me is like Christmas to a young child! Here are a couple of pics I took while out and about. Enjoy!  

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Free treatments!

Dear Ashtangis, I am a fully qualified and insured massage therapist living in Brighton¬†with a background in yoga and Ayurveda. I am currently studying for a degree in Sports therapy and would like to enlist some of your help. As part of my coursework I have to do case studies and am looking for volunteers […]

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