Yoga at Joo Chiat

A few plants on the left, and a lone-one to the right, frame the vintage, grill-door to Anna’s white-washed studio. Unassuming like her, it is soaked in her trademark, soulful music and a light fragrance.

It is my first time here. The positive vibes immediately uplift my mood. 

A passionate teacher, and dedicated fellow-practitioners are essential to a group practice. And our yoga group is fortunate to be blessed with both. By the time we finish, I am smiling for no reason. I feel light - lightness of being :-)

Most often, I am soberly focussed in class, but tonight my mind and limbs feel an unusual sprint. If you have seen the grace in Anna’s practice, you may get what I mean. Perhaps, she had rubbed it on to me.

Ye agan

How do you kill the anger in you? You douse it with reason, dissolve it in acceptance, or rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your rage, and turn a new leaf. Three days a week for over a year, I have lied down in shavaasan, and pondered over the embers of my feeling wronged.

The year gone by

I am often overwhelmed by my life moving with the precision of an old clock. Well oiled, yet falling apart without notice. In motion like the gong but peppered with stillness, which comes when the mind drops pace to see the needle turn a minute. The meaning of my ambition has made a tectonic leap. I am just a mom on most days. Once I felt guilty about switching gears. Now I hold on to what I have come to have like rosary beads. Turning it over and over again, as I mediate before my computer screen.