A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog about a newspaper article. This year’s unusually high military suicide rate had sparked a radical new approach to soldiering, whereby yoga was being offered on the frontlines to manage stress. I came down – rather hamfistedly – against the theory and principles behind this development.

Predictably, however, since posting the blog, a heated discussion has ensued regarding the propriety of yoga for soldiers, with many people suggesting I had been hard-nosed and unfair. (more…)

Right now, I hate computers – specifically, my computer! My stubborn, pig-headed, temperamental computer that has a mind of its own and is the absolute bane of my existence.

Without going into any sordid details, last week my computer suddenly decided to contract a virus. There I was, happily doing some research for an article I was writing, when a big red “VIRUS ALERT” blinked on to my screen. This was followed by the ominous message “Your computer has been infected by a Trojan(-something-or-other) virus.” (more…)

I read a newspaper article today. This alone is surprising as I have an acute aversion to current events – I find their reality disruptive to mine. But this morning, as I sat waiting for my coffee to percolate, the newspaper was the only thing within reach. With careful ambivalence, I paged lazily through it (looking mostly at the ads).

An article with the word “yoga” in it soon caught my eye, however, and recklessly I began reading.

It turns out that yoga is starting to be used rather extensively as a form of psychological therapy. The article outlined a new, unorthodox, and potentially ill-conceived plan by the US Army to include yoga training for their soldiers on the front lines in an effort to combat Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). (more…)

By the time you read this blog, my husband and I will be on our Mediterranean cruise – bliss.

But before even boarding the cruise ship, we have to contend with a nine-hour flight to Frankfurt and another two-hour one to Rome, where we’ll pick up our cruise. Ugh (to the flight, not the cruise). (more…)

For those of you who are parents of young children, I am sure you will be able to relate immediately to the situation I faced the other day.

We were at Science World, a wonderful, educational environment for everyone of all ages. My now two-year-old son and his father were playing at one of the exhibits when an accident occurred. My son put his arm into an opening on the top of a table at the same time as his father moved in the opposite direction. (more…)

Recently, I signed up at the nearby recreation centre for my second session of yoga classes. When I showed up for the first class of this new session, I was surprised to find that my original instructor wasn’t teaching the class. She was away and was being replaced by a new instructor. I was disappointed as I’d really liked Jovina, who had been encouraging and patient. Once I got over my initial disappointment, however, I was excited to see what our new instructor would bring to our sessions. (more…)

Are you in the military forces or do you know anyone who is? Well, how does the idea of yoga for the Military sound to you?

Okay, so now you’re probably wondering how on earth yoga would fit into the military forces. Think about it – we all sometimes feel like we’re carrying a huge boulder of tension on our shoulders throughout the day. (more…)

So many people ask me “How do you do it? How do you run your company with your child by your side daily?” And these are people who know that running YogaHub is not the only business I oversee, but just one of many.

My answer? I just do what it takes. Don’t I get tired? Don’t I get frustrated with him as he gets into anything and everything at this wonderful stage of his life? Don’t I sometimes feel like I need some time to myself? (more…)

Well my fellow WAHMs, I hope the current economic crisis is not taking too much of a toll on your lives.

It’s been quite a roller coaster ride this past month and, of course, with the elections coming up next week, we all seem to be getting caught up in the fear that is whirling around us. (more…)

Aaaah…another flight with my 18-month-old son.

When he was a baby, it used to be an extremely easy way to travel. He would share my seat, gurgling and cooing his way through the flight.

Now, of course, it’s a different story. (more…)