SingingTreeYoga

Have you been dreaming lately of taking up a new hobby? Like scubba-diving or clay-firing or just letting go of your fears in all their forms. Well I could be unsustainable erganomically and tell you : go to New Zealand immediately and enjoy this lil' slice of Paradise. Or you could switch on, tune out and do a bit of mindfullness meditation. Delightlyfully illuminating 🧘🏼‍♀️🎭🧘🏼‍♀️ Like this pic. posted for your viewing pleasure here. My saving-the-world big brother, likes to freedive in his free time. When practising he looks like a fish with silver-gills and aqua-anatomy, and describing his breathing method's challenges most science out there. #StaySafe #COVID-19 #HolidaysOfTheMind #YogaMusic

As the pics. come in thick and fast on my social medias today. From friends, from family over in Australia and New Zealand I think about this Yoga Blog and how on earth it can reflect such mayhem. It can't sorry, there are thankfully limits to any vocation, any hobby, any sports. So...or SOS... as we say in Kiwiland (pun intended, can't get the image out of my head, of all that wildlife decimated) I've posted a captured creature on my windowpain for you, instead. This little Bee is warming itself from the rainy weather Australia desperately needs right now. Try Bhramari Pranayama as part of your relaxation segment in your yoga classes this week. It's such a nice, gentle buzzy feeling. It's most obvious effects are that it's excellent for bringing up the mood, warming the vocal chords, making your friends laugh and clearing the senses. It's claimed also to : Dissipate anger, Lower Blood Pressure, Bolster the health of the throat, Strengthen and impro

Here on a short break away from the bustle of London City. I've walked the coastal track with lungs filling just for the music. Not focused or even interested in British politics at the moment, I don't know if the city's laws around sustainability and pollution are being monitored that well. But I'm not taking my chances with it all.  Having sung recently at the Southbank Centre for my beloved new choir the Beethoven Missa Solemnis, wow, just wow. What a piece of music that is. I'd like to discuss here in the Yoga Blog today the use of the word 'Curation'. Everybody is using it, willy-nilly, as if the most simple of task should even provoke this kind of meaning : "Hold on while I gather my tea aromas to bedazzle and beguile while putting together a marketing shoot for promo". What a lot of tosh there is in the world of advertising, please don't misuse this word curation though, it squibbles my hearing senses! haha! Thankfully in the Y

Today's Blog I was going to give you a comparison between Patanjali's Eight Limbs of Yoga and a new book I was given by my friend ; The Four Agreements - A Toltec Wisdom Book. But then I'd have to write a whole essay and well, Blogs aren't supposed to read like that. I'm often amazed at other people's ability to absorb and take in these moral codes of behaviour - I wish I had that talent. Possibly the fact that performing and singing means one is likely plucking from these depths to recreate some composer or artists masterpiece... I don't know. I'll leave it with Zel, I mean Zen... for now 😂Zel's a genius Luther who fixes guitars. Thanks to everyone around the world yesterday who protested Climate Change - it's awful to think that young people today think their futures are being taken away from them. We must collectively fight and make a change to this situation. Shout out to friends at  Julie's Bicycle  helping to green the Arts &

And once again I've deservedly been brought back down to earth here in Rhodes town, by local conversation. Of course there is concern about Eco-tourism (or lack of) and there are people working towards solutions Ms Morrell!  I guess the problem once again all boils down to numbers, the sheer amount of people in Europe taking holidays is the issue. So I ask you wouldn't you rather contribute to a places natural beauty and antiquity rather than this oblique manner of existence? Don't you want to be absorbed in travel, for the experience to move ones whole being, change focus, change brain waves, make you feel alive? Ahem! One day I'll be truthful about times & dates (but for now I'm happy in my Yogic youth giving properties). Back to the late 60s & early 70s here in Crete, where my mumma lived and taught. She has amazing pictures of what I imagined I'd see here in Greece. And I did, to certain extent.... if I ignored the fat 'sun-red' punt

Catching a couple of hours respite in a local Rhodes Town Cafe I am struck by my surroundings. So I did it! Before a hectic remainder of the Choirs busy years concert schedule I've taken a spontaneous holiday in Greece. Something has slipped. From the Kim Wilde 'You Just Keep Me Hanging on' playing overhead to the 36 degrees and 99% humidity. My lil' artistic brain is overheating, plus I don't feel like being exported back into polka dots and 80s bubble skirts, today. Efcharistò. Stray animals have taken over; there's a multitude of the furry beings, kittens, cats and mangy looking dogs. Locals have concocted bizarre looking contraptions to try and deal with the 'poo' problem in pot plants. Plastic mesh and spiky wooden things, sticks sticking up out of the soil. None of it seems to be working to deter the detritus. Freshly laid feces for your touristic pleasure. I wouldn't normally pull focus to these things, because 'tourism is as tou