Archives for posts with tag: yogi

Looking down during yoga and noticing how great my boobs look.

Yogi inner smile. And outer smile.

Joking with Fanos, the soft bread at lunch, clicking my back as I lay on the grass, the butterfly trail.

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The sky on the way to work. It was nice to have a break from exclusively grey skies for a bit.

Yoga at home. Inner smiles. Head bowed almost to the floor.

David the chimpanzee and David the Attenborough.


Impromptu easter egg hunt at work this morning.

Feeling back on track with Hannah

Yoga. For the first time in a long time. And feeling so blissed. There was a moment of just pure joy. Which was made even better because when I first arrived I was pissed that it was a yoga teacher I previously didn’t like. But it was a really great class. Must. Be. More. Open minded.