I’m normally awake before my alarm goes off. My alarm is my iPhone which is stationed out of reach in the hallway so I have to get out of bed to turn if off. Some mornings I get up before my alarm. If I’ve slept well and gone to bed early, it’s easy. My goal … Continue reading
Prakriti (from Sanskrit प्रकृति) means “nature”. I’ve been thinking a lot about the Ayurvedic theory of our “natures” recently. As I sit and ruminate over the constitutions of my family, my friends, the clients I have started to educate, it seems like the most enormous puzzle. I have a board of old family photographs at … Continue reading
Miso soup was first suggested to me by my naturopath as a good food for me to be eating. Along with other healthy recommendations, I complied and stocked up as best I could but in my ignorance, I bought packets of instant miso soup and it wasn’t until I got home and read the label … Continue reading
The saying goes: “Eat breakfast like a King, lunch like a Prince and dinner like a pauper”. Well, Ayurveda would contest that. Early morning is not the time of day when our digestion systems are at their peak so it doesn’t make sense to tax the body then. Ayurvedic guidelines recommend a light breakfast for the … Continue reading
There’s a man on the subway at the moment doing the rounds. I’ve seen him several times this week. He pulls a suitcase on wheels and holds a stack of printed paper. His ginger hair hangs over his forehead and he speaks with a very high pitched voice, very fast. Almost as fast as his … Continue reading
Kirtana is the devotional singing of God’s name. Even if you don’t believe in a God with form you can select a name which represents whatever you do believe in and repeat it with devotion, allowing that force to enter and heal you. Kirtana, which helps us rectify our relationship with nature, is the best … Continue reading
I had an anthology of modern British poetry when I was a teenager and it was one of my favourite books. Always by my bed and largely my favourite because of the poem Valentine. I didn’t know who John Fuller was but I was more than a little obsessed. It was the first poem that got my teenage … Continue reading
