Retreat yourself
In the backblocks of the Horowhenua district, sandwiched between the Tararua Ranges and the silver ribbon of the Makahika stream, I’m trying to twist my body into a pretzel shape while bringing my focus inwards and listening to my breath.
A few years ago, when I could still touch my toes, it would have been easy. But then life got in the way. I lost my internal GPS and a ridiculous work schedule squeezed all the joy (and yoga) out of my life. Plus there was 2020, and we all know what happened then.
I’m burned out, suffering from chronic RSI and insomnia and, to be
