Category: Awareness

Of Carnations and Innocence

I neglected carnations for decades. My perception of them was very much disturbed by past experiences that go back to my childhood. These days, I am deeply touched by their beauty and variety. I just recently discovered their aromatic and sweet smell. Part of my being has changed and therefore…

Of Trust and Hope

About 10 years ago, a young woman joined us at Yogashala. She turned out to be dermatologist. We repeatedly conversed about eczema: I knew what it feels like and all about living with it. She was academically educated about it and had only seen effected, deformed and abnormal skin in…

Of Thinking and Feeling

I love teaching yoga. I then talk a lot about feeling. My enthusiasm accelerates with every new student who wants to learn and understand how one can transform the shapes that a lot of people identify as yoga, into the state of being that one can consider “yoga”.  Based on what…

Of Loneliness and Caring

Loneliness It oftentimes happens that what I get to hear and see, doesn't make my heart sing songs of happiness and joy. Last week I held space for three women who felt unhappy and stuck. All three of them were clearly in need of support. Living on their own, they…

Of Healing and Change

I love Angel cards. Do you know these tiny affirmation cards? At the first day of our Summer vacation in the beautiful Rhodope Mountains in the south of Bulgaria, I had pulled the HEALING card.Being four weeks away from duties meant no teaching or coaching for four weeks. Spending 4…

Of Yoga and Labels

Today was the last day of our Summer break. From tomorrow on, all classes at the Yogashala will continue! You are welcome to explore the delicate relationship between strength and softness, effort and allowing on the yoga mat. Our focus is to guide you directly and as gracefully as possible in…

Hands speaking, silently…

This blog post is the report of me working with a client in a private setting. It was, and still is, of extreme value to me. And for my client; all you'll read below I'm allowed to publish with his consent. I often realize how much we all long to…