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BSc Physiotherapy


RYT 200


September 25, 2016

Yogas citta vrtti nirodhah

The restraint of the modifications of the mind-stuff is Yoga

One day as I lifted my son into his car seat and began to adjust the straps I realised he was looking at me, listening to me…

“Mummy. Why are you talking quietly to yourself?”

Like many people, my mind has forgotten how to switch off from the constant internal chatter.  I was embarrassed to be caught out by my three year old.  I laughed and explained that I was talking to myself.  A more honest response would have been to admit that I was not there in that moment.  I was in my own head, fully immersed in my own citta (mind stuff).  My head has become so full of it that these mutterings are now leaking out of my mouth.  These thoughts are clearly seen on my face, in my posture.  They make me restless, exhausted… I am in pain.

In my mind I am constantly planning, thinking back and silently narrating what I am doing, what I was doing and what I would like to be doing.  I h...

September 20, 2016

Wow, here I am taking off on this flight to Dallas Texas.  I look out of my window seat view to see what I think is Wembley Arena below, then clouds sweep across and I am lifted up and above into visions of clouds and sunbeams.   The ground is thick with plumes of white wool.  It looks dense and impenetrable like a thick layer of icing separating me from the ground below, from my life below.  I turn my attention to the inflight magazine.  I read a news article, well it’s hardly news, an interview with Renee Zellweger on the upcoming release of ‘Bridget Jones Baby’.

Clouds part and patchwork farmlands appear, ten whole hours with nothing to do and nowhere to go.  I exhale deeply, it feels like an incredible release of something, I don’t know what.  I don’t know how I feel in the moment, it’s a mixture of love and guilt and fear and excitement, tiredness, wired-ness, fear (I already said that).

When do I ever do this? Have I ever done this?  More often th...

January 9, 2016

I never thought that I would ever say ‘Thank You’ for the pain.  Surely, this is the stuff of Sadomasochists or said after completing some great endurance challenge.  You are left broken and hobbling but it is all worth it for the sense of achievement, the triumph.  I speak from experience, in 2006 before the onset of my pain I completed an Olympic distance triathlon through London in an August heat wave.   I have also run several half marathons training through painful blisters, wind, rain and injury.   I was thankful to finish these gruelling challenges but as for the pain, not so much.  Even when the reward was my son, after 9 months of pregnancy and three days of natural childbirth, of course I was incredibly grateful for my little miracle and I give thanks everyday for his health and mine, but the pain NEVER.

So, how had I found myself here… Sat in my car sandwiched between traffic, on a Sunday night, at Elephant and Castle roundabout,  I wa...

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