Yoga Poetry

I was looking on the good old world wide web for a good poem to read during savasana today and I found a nice one to use, however, it soon occurred to me that there was a much easier solution. I am a writer – duh! I needed to write my own poems for savansana. And I did! And here it is! This is just the beginning, yoga poetry has never crossed my mind but this is something really special. I’ve always thought my best gift for anyone was my words, and that’s true for yoga too. It’s a little hug for my classes, can’t wait to try it out. This one is about ahimsa, which is a component of the Yamas, the first limb of yoga in Raja Yoga. This concept encourages you to practice non-harm, this is harm to others and yourself. It’s a beautiful concept and while we often finds it easy to practice this on others, we forget to be kind to ourselves. This poem emphasises this self-love.


As my body surrenders to the mat
I feel the love in my bones and on my skin
Soft to touch
I honour this body, I honour this life
And in doing so I bring no harm to myself
I search for those parts in me that need healing
And I send my light to these places
The light which radiates from my body is my life force
I give my light freely and I am then surrounded by love
I am well, I am happy, I am loved
As I honour my body, it honours me




Every Body is a Yoga Body

I didn’t start yoga to lose weight. I started it to de-stress at a particularly stressful time in my life and it really helped. I did have, in the back of my mind, this idea that one day I’d be able to do a hand stand! However, I thought, how am I going to get my fat ass up in the air?

Throughout my adult life, I’ve struggled with positive self image and I would seesaw between the thoughts of ‘this is my body, love it or leave it’ and ‘I’m so fat, I need to lose weight’. I look back to some times when I thought I was fat and wish I could go back and yell in my face, you look good girl! Anyway, as I am about to turn 40 (a shock in itself), I know that I need to accept my body as it is, however it is and thanks to yoga, I have never been closer to accepting this.

I have been doing regular yoga practice for nearly 10 months and also have almost finished yoga teacher training (22 hours to go!!) and I can say my size doesn’t mean anything. I have done, much to my surprise, Acro Yoga, both flying and basing. I can hold crow pose for 2 seconds (this is huge, believe me, I got concussion from the pose when I first started) and I can rest my legs on my elbows in the tripod handstand (not even my 13 year old students could do that!). I mean it’s not about all that fancy stuff but it helps me to see that size doesn’t mean anything and that’s the yoga at work. Yoga invites non-harm and that includes yourself. I’m not completely there yet, my inner critic has rented a space in my head for a long time, it’s going to take a while to kick that bitch out but I think it’s possible to be completely okay with who I am and what I look like. Yoga is kind of magic except that you’re the magician, making it all happen!


Tea Leaf pose in Acro Yoga – Sarah (awesome and inspiring teacher) is receiving a massage while I provide a solid base.