Heartfelt Ramblings…

In a world so distressed, I find myself working on (semi) luxury retreats and experiences — and sometimes, it all feels so irrelevant. So privileged.

This week I got lost in the darkness again, scrolling and scrolling through images from Palestine.  The feelings were not just of pain and deep empathy, but also so much shame and anger. Like so many of us.

Shame for not doing enough, but also not knowing what to do...
Do I share more on socials? Write to MPs?
Boycott brands? Attend a march?
Mostly, I just feel helpless.

Then I try to turn back to my work — to yoga, to my offerings — and the shame rises again. Hours go by… how can I promote what I’m doing when this is going on in the world?

To be honest, it’s so prevalent in the yoga world.
A practice rooted in collective liberation, is often exclusive and privileged in the West. I see that — and I’m reflecting on my place within it too.

Still… I come back to the heart and hope that the work I do makes even a little difference. I know it can.
That it brings light and joy or needed connection and/or reflection. 
That it allows people to feel deeper, and be kinder.
That it shares a message they can carry out to the world.

Always come back to the practice.
This is devotion.
Movement. Sound. Song. Nature.
This is the medicine.
I don’t have any other answers today but would love to hear your thoughts!

Sending love x