Not much I can say about this really. Following my practise outside the other day, where I enjoyed several standing postures and some glorious backbends, I had a long Savasana. Wrapped in sweatshirt and a fleece blanket, I fell victim to the 'yogi-cat', who appears, as if by magic, every time I roll out my mat. Sometimes she starts without me, and sometimes she just wants to share that little meditation moment at the end.
I’m a life coach, yoga teacher, communications professional and fitness enthusiast. I’m a closet techie and science boff in my spare time. I’m also part-time slave and taxi driver to a 14 year old.