Christmas Restorative Yoga
The tradition lives on – Join me for my annual Christmas Restorative Class! The peak of the silly season is the perfect time to slow down and catch your breath, and what bett
Self Love: Selfish or Self Responsible?
Nine days ago, Layne and I were down just south of Coffs Harbour, Australia celebrating the wedding of our son Tim to Emma, who has felt like family for many years. It was a magica
Mark Breadner | Making The Invisible, Visible
Mark Breadner first encountered yoga as a 5-year-old in his rumpus room, where his mum taught some of the first classes in Australia. From there, to working with athletes like Ian
Is Yoga A Religion?
In the west, many people seek out yoga for its health benefits or in search of balance in a busy, stressful life. But no matter what your reason for starting, yoga can also be a
Claudia Perkins | Quietly Serving
I first met Claudia Perkins when she came to Brisbane to join one of the first yoga Immersions I taught in Australia. Since we first met, she left a job as an advisor to Julia Gill
Yoga Is Not My Life
“Let your practice be a celebration of life” — Seido Lee deBarro I’m just back from a weekend away with my beautiful family, our three adult children, their partn
Elana Robertson | The Space Between Being and Doing
Elana Robertson has had a remarkable journey that’s taken her from the insurance business to a week on Necker Island with Sir Richard Branson.
Dr. Lauren Tober | Yoga & Mental Health
Lauren is a Clinical Psychologist, who has very elegantly and intelligently married her love of yoga with her work in psychology in a way that every serious yoga teacher should exp
Casey Conroy | Wellness without the Bullsh*t
I met Casey Conroy during my very first months living in Australia and was captivated by her bright spirit and intelligence. She was a bright-eyed university student at the time an
Wisdom from the Water
When I got there, there was a beautiful old tree, its roots reached out over the water creating a ‘chair’ for me to sit in. I sat there in the arms of the tree, and crying, I a
