Reflections & Weekly Writings

From an angry Yogi written in winter 2025. While reading Anxious Generation. In one shot during another sleepless night. And yet, every moment, we keep consuming it.Infinite knowledge in the palm of our hand.To the point of losing our common sense.To the point where we no longer look up at the sky to check the weather. We no longer memorize our routes, preferring to be guided.We turn to Google, ChatGPT, rather than asking ourselves the question, thinking it through, or even

Written October 2024 Hello,   This week was one I will remember. On Tuesday, I went to the Royal Anthropological Institute, where I had the privilege to listen to a message from the Kogi people, an indigenous community from the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta in Colombia. The Kogi are descendants of the Tairona civilization, which was believed to have been decimated after the Spanish conquest. However, some Tairona retreated into the highlands of the Sierra Nevada, where they bu

The Magic of Sound: A Journey into Stillness I remember the first time I brought my Tibetan singing bowl to a children's yoga class. Their fascination was immediate. One child excitedly told me her mum had one in the kitchen. We spent time taking turns trying to make the Tibetan bowl sing. It requires some technique—learning how to hold it and make the right contact. Teaching yoga to children has given me space to experiment. After everyone had a go, we played another sound g