Servitude IS Self-Care

Recently having a conversation with my Dad, he was lamenting the loss of his own life and time being bound by duty to the care of his old, frail but still grotesquely mean and ferocious Father. I questioned why he was doing what he was doing if this is how it made him feel and cautioned him against having a hidden agenda of hope, that in his Dad's dying days, he might suddenly proclaim love and apology to the son he had so mistreated.

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Lissie Turner
The Modern Menstruation Conversation

When it comes to thinking about your menstrual cycle, I wonder what kind of story you have around yours? It’s been source, it’s been shame, it’s been a blessing, it’s been a curse – all dependent on the see-sawing gender power plays, generally governed by the patriarchy, that determine our societal views around women, equality and freedom.

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Lissie Turner
Why In Yoga I Keep My Hands to Myself

Recently I’ve seen the increased discussion again around how to adjust students in a trauma-informed way; being conscious of trauma by making sure that we clearly communicate around adjustments to honour student’s boundaries. In the lineage of my study, physical adjustments are not part of our teaching and with more discussion around terms such as ‘mental health aware yoga’, ‘trauma informed yoga’ and adjustments, plus the odd query from our own students, I felt it time to tackle the reasons why adjustments are not on the already rich buffet of the yoga experience at our yoga school.

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Lissie Turner
Making Peace With Impermanence

Throughout all of the texts of yoga, weaving back and forth, in and out, from this angle and that, sits the concept of impermanence. At the most subtle level the intricate heart of the teachings tell us of two most important components: of purusa - that which is static and unchanging, the inner dwelling seer and of prakrtti - which is everything else; all matter, all that births and dies, all that is always, forever in a constant cycle of flux.

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Lissie Turner
Even in the Face of All Evidence

Yesterday I found myself embroiled in a very interesting situation, one in which all hard evidence pointed to the fact that I was a deranged psychotic maniac. Whilst I do not deny, your honour, that every now and again I have flashes of this persona if someone fills the sink up too much during dry times for example or if my tools get left out in the rain (by me) or if I see a child suffering at the hands of an adult - but yesterday, I swear, was not one of these times!

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Evolution of post-natal love

At different times of our lives, under different phases of the moon and at different times in our cycles, little can be done to keep hidden the deep calderas as well as the majestic mountains of the heart. The shine of a full moon or the passing of an egg, turning the inner gaze glaringly headlong toward the emotional centre with its truth and its scars, as well as the ecstacies and the desires that guide and shape us along particular parts of our story.

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Lissie Turner