Beautiful Friends,

“Peace…. it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or handwork. It means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart”… source unknown

I invite you to submerge yourself into a deeper layer of YOU.

Yoga opens her vastness to us and with hand to heart lays a path to follow:
asana (poses),
pranayama (breath)
Dharana and Dhyana (focused concentration).

You may grow,
You may find healing.
and possibly be gripped by solid guidance back to your place of equilibrium.

Please book directly with Odonata!
I look forward to sharing this time with you!

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Tall Ones!


I am split open with immense gratitude for the forrest I live in. The Tall Ones watch me practice and I watch them grow. In the silence of my meditation I hear them speak of their wisdom of being; Beautiful, bountiful, bendable and dependable… grounded and loyal. We breathe each other alive, rooted in a dance of oneness. This is my church, my temple where the preacher is unobtrusively sharing ancient wisdom completely applicable to me right now. What is the greatest gift of being a yogi? Being awake to the teachings of a wise master. 

Hermann Hesse says this about trees“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.”

Om shanti… peace, peace, perfect peace!

…now this is yoga!!!!



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Images by Tanya Habjouqa for the Wall Street Journal.

It may sound like a simple, yet sweepingly optimistic statement, but we can’t help feel a flutter of hope and positivity that yoga may somehow help to bridge a gap in the conflict and maybe even help build a path to peaceful resolution. Or at the very least, promote a culture and people of deeper compassion and compromise, even if the political muckety-mucks are still trying to figure it out.




underwater-photographyBeautiful friend, I trust that you are just as you need to be… I have enjoyed reading through the many, many posts during my hiatus from blogging. I have only been blogging for 6 months now and it’s been surprising how like minded people really know how to find each other. With that I offer my deepest gratitude for your creative points of view, your love and passion for your journey. I must admit that starting back has been fraught with a tiny bit of anxiety and that inner voice telling me ” so, what do I have to say”… well, gulp! nothing really!
And here goes Nothing…. On the first day of the year I was unexpectedly in a traffic jam here in the middle of now where. I guess everyone else had the same idea of a fun afternoon. Anyway, I had the car full of family and the car beside ours was particularly annoyed by my move. He took the time to wind down his window and blow some colourful verbal diarrhoea my way. What! I bark back “don’t you dare use that language in front of my children” and just like feeding the shark more bait he bulged his deranged compassion well past the boundaries of his window and sprayed an array of assorted cursing. All I could come back with was “you FAT…. FISH”. There was an awkward pause I admit that, and thank goodness the traffic opened up and we escaped any further bombardment. My daughter who’s nearly 13 pipes up and asks, “did you mean to say ‘fat fish’ mum?”

Here in the southern hemisphere the schools are closed til the end of January which means my brain is only pondering stories about Fat Fish and not much else. I’ll post when I can but I probably won’t be back til the beginning of February. I am reading you though…

Peace and harmony to you and your beloveds. May our world continue to feel like ONE nation.

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