With apologies

It feels like a compulsion, a nagging itch that I can’t seem to cure buried away deep under my skin. Sometimes I’ll scratch and scratch and scratch at it until it’s raw but the desire is never fully sated. I’ve tried ignoring it too, pushing it to the back of my mind in the hope…Continue reading With apologies

Yoga

The room is warm and quiet, a soft glow from the candles in the corner. Scattered around the floor are long unfurled mats each with an occupant, some lie prone, some sit with straight backs, legs crossed. The atmosphere is one of calm as I pad my way, barefoot, to the far corner and unfurl…Continue reading Yoga