Ways To Be Well: Volume 11- April
Musings on the month, yoga from the archive and lots of other goodness to weave through ( what is left of) the month.
Thank you to all my paid subs for being so patient- hearteningly none of you abandoned me even though April has flown by and this is now late. A combination of being swallowed up by the school holidays, not feeling 100 percent and now a week long and still counting internet outage means your monthly package is only now finally in your laps. No internet also means recording and uploading and downloading things has been impossible, so the yoga this month is from the archive and the lovely sequence I plotted for you all will be with you - with a lovely grounding breath practice- in May.
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” T.S Eliot
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This is a month marked by movement. The pace of change both enticing but also fast enough to be easily left breathless. All around us nature - so long dormant and still- is now in full flurry. A week away and I returned to a garden barely recognisable from a mere seven days before; grass long and dotted with cowslip and errant primrose, blossom like prima donnas in oversized tutus, hedges and trees all in different stages of greening. It feels that if you stopped and stared for long enough you would see the growth in action. Like a time lapse but without the need for time.
None of this is a surprise- it happens as regular as clockwork every year and yet something about it can still feel surprising. I regularly feel caught off guard, battling not only with the feeling that I want to slow it all down so I don’t risk missing it, but also struggling to adjust to the pace of it all. Something about it, beautiful and intoxicating as it absolutely is, can also feel like a whirlwind.