Newsletter September 2022

"Everything you seek is already in you" Rumi

Dear Reader,
I have just come back from a beautiful yoga retreat in the French Alps. What the participants cherished most, was the opportunity to gather, to practice and to have time to just be. The photo above was taken just before our beautiful cacao ceremony.

"There is a synergy, a sympathetic resonance, and an entrainment of our hearts that occurs when we meet others whose vibration is an energetic match to ours. There is a fire that is ignited, a celebration, and joy in the coming together with kin."

I will be offering similar retreats throughout the year and hope to have the programme up shortly.

In these times of inner and outer turmoil, I find it particularly challenging to plan ahead - as if I had an inner resistance to create what I used be able to do so easily. I sometimes feel quite disoriented, question whether what I am doing has a purpose - seeing what is going on in the world, I find it more difficult to maintain my lightness of being. I wonder if you feel the same...

What helps me is poetry, reading that part of the human condition is in fact to wonder, to despair sometimes, but to never give up on hope. William Butler Yeats in his beautiful "Song of Wandering Aengus" goes out, into the hazel wood, to find peace of mind and to see his longing for life and love rekindle. When I go into nature, I experience the same. I reconnect to beauty, to natural rhythms, to hope. My yoga and meditation practice help to keep me grounded and facilitate the access to my inner well-spring of peace and calm. It reminds me that there is something larger than us, which we need to trust and surrender to time and time again.

It is in this spirit of reconnection that I am offering a series of online yoga classes starting next Tuesday morning. The focus will be placed on creating balance within using the age-old notion that as part of nature, we hold all the elements inside, and by harmonising these, body and mind become calm. I would love to see you, if you feel you would benefit.

Let me know how you are, I would love to reconnect.

Love all ways,

Selina



The Song of Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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