Have you ever felt a little ashamed of what you've found in the cleaning process? I have. As I wrote some time ago, I've been decluttering and cleaning my home because I'll be moving to a smaller place at the end of the month. ​ I've found a Lululemon top in the "wrong" colour tucked away at the back of the wardrobe. Half-used lipsticks from years ago. Bottles of things I no longer need. I've noticed that there's simply too much stuff. And I've had to acknowledge that I haven

Before I started yoga, I studied fine arts for seven years. As part of my studies, we spent countless hours drawing and painting the human figure. It was a big part of the curriculum: learning to measure the body, to understand its movement and proportions, and, perhaps most importantly, to really look. ​From the age of sixteen, I spent hours looking at nude bodies. Male and female, young and old. ​I loved discovering the many movements and directions of a single human body—a

So, me and my dog Laddu moved to a new home in July. As in our previous home, there’s no elevator in the building. We live on the third floor, which means it’s not that many stairs, but with Laddu, it takes us a while to get upstairs. And downstairs, too. ​ Not because she isn’t fit enough, but because she finds the staircase absolutely fascinating. “Did you hear that?” She seems to be asking, looking at me with her big, excited eyes. And we stop to listen after every few ste