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A fine line

One of the most difficult and persistent tensions I hold in my work is between that of survivor, ally, activist, teacher and researcher. Although my own research doesn’t centre around abuse in yoga, trauma, survivorship, ethical relationships and accountability are all subjects that I’m regularly called to speak to. I don’t mind that, because although […]

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Summer

Lineage is not heritage is not culture is not faith is not history and cannot be learnt in a weekend. But you can be certified to submerge profoundly disabled people into warm water in an afternoon, if you prove you can turn the handle on the hoist and shout really loud. Yoga is more than

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Comfort zones

I’m thinking about comfort zones a lot today. I made some beautiful connections at the first International Yoga Nidra conference, on behalf of the Yoga Nidra Network sangha, and I want to honour that properly, especially the immense work done by John, Richard, Stephanie and the teams of iRest, the Desai sangha, Kripalu and Yoga

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On betel nuts

There’s a lot going on right now. Personally, I’m juggling my usual teaching load and refining the edits to the thesis draft, and having lots of new conversations with trusted friends that are sparking newer ideas that I’m putting to one side for later. At some point soon the grant will run out and I

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Conflict and violence culture

I’ve been having some interesting conversations with my partner recently about representation and culture, and conflict. I’m becoming increasingly unable to tolerate the way mainstream film culture in particular tells stories, and I’m starting to refuse to believe that a film, or a story, or any cultural artefact can be ‘good’ if it can’t have

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Driving home

And I’m driving home from class with frost on the windows, into the depths of the night. I’m winding down the lanes, skipping pot holes, a little wired on unaccustomed caffeine, on the night and the cold, and the release of it all, and above all, on the music pouring into my ears from this

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