You know, if your expectation of yoga is all ‘lie down and breathe through one nostril’ you’d wonder how on earth it could be so challenging.

I read this poem for the first time today. It captures, for me, what class very often feels like. I know that people who’ve been very physical all their lives might not understand this, but I never have. It’s a new adventure for me, and life-expanding. And I’m grateful xx