Don’t let it show on your face…

Her exact words were more like:

“Don’t let the intensity of the pose show on your face”.

This wisdom was, as you may have guessed, shared with a class of eager vinyasa yogis on a wet and snowy Monday morning in Chelsea. Mollie McLelland had guided us into full boat pose, and encouraged us to stay for what felt like a million breaths. Some of us must have been gritting our teeth. It was hard. But, it was hard for our abs, not our faces. Our faces were enjoying the sight of the snow falling diagonally down.

As I walked home through the chilly weather, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Mollie had said to us during that difficult time. Earlier, after she shared this thought, I smiled, kept smiling, and continued to hold the pose. It was no more or less difficult whilst I relaxed my face.

The thought is a metaphor for how we can walk through this life as well. If we endeavour to live our yoga, there is no reason why difficult moments in our lives should creep up into our face. They are just that, a difficult moment. Maybe its one for your heart, or your mind, or a physically hurt body part. But it will pass. What remains constant is how the world perceives you and how you perceive the world.

So, work through the intense moments of life in your own way and own time. And smile!

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Melancholic Nostalgia, or something

Yesterday was one of those truly great days.

My friend Cici and I are actually thinking of making Sunday Fundays a tradition, now that we’ve had two in a row. Both involved London’s infamous Boris Bikes. This one was a bit special, really. We pedaled from close to the City, up to Camden Town. Then we parked our bikes and made our way to Hampstead Heath. Our destination? Keats House. Here, we were treated to performances and readings by the Keats House poets, some skilled artists and poets featured on the open mic, and finally, the headliner, Warsan Shire herself. It was actually amazing. It’s very rare that I participate in cultural events in this wondrous city. I’m here on a mission, after all. But, I am so grateful to Cici for opening my eyes to this poet, as well as others. All their words yesterday put me in a state. Last night, and all day today.

The only way I know how to describe this state is to call it melancholic nostalgia. An extremely pensive type of sadness for what has happened and what will happen. See, my mission in this space is almost done. I will be leaving it soon. Along with it, many experiences, people, and, thus, countless shared memories.

Just as Cici was the one to introduce me to the fabulous artist that is Warsan Shire, I have been blessed to have been influenced by certain other revered individuals, who have shown me countless ways of being, seeing, and making.

That’s where this blog falls in. I want to share the things I make, do, and see. Mostly what I make. And, mostly in the way of food! All of my favourite things are attached to specific moments with specific individuals, and always resulted in the creation of particular memories. I refuse to keep it to myself! After all, life is for living, not living uptight