Last year we celebrated the bond between brothers and sisters in our first Raksha Bandan. Leila tied a rakhee (usually an ornate string that symbolizes a bond of protection), around Rahul's right wrist. Leila had to have one as well - that bit is what made it Raksha Bandan - Our Version. They hugged and … Continue reading Raksha Bandan this Year
Tag: Koh Samui
The Swing
Saying bye-bye to Anna and Rody. Until next time.
Conversations
Some conversations from the last month: Koh Samui, driving around the Southern parts of the island Maher: Les gars, vous avez vu les vaches? Et il y a des chevaux aussi! (Hey guys, did you see the cows? There are horses as well!) Me: Do you know what cows eat? Leila: Gra-nola On the beach … Continue reading Conversations
See You Later Samui-Gator
My Little Lady Leila
I've never carried a purse that way. A purse?! Never worn pink, Winnie- the- Pooh high-heeled slippers that light up (flashing-red bling). I don't own a flowery hat, or a flowery dress. She's two. Doesn't dress like this every day only because she can't have her way. A Zimbabwean yoga teacher, MoT, sister who's lived … Continue reading My Little Lady Leila
The Beach Shala @ Samahita
Beachboard / Blackboard Koh Samui
Blowing in the Wind
A week ago at the Koh Samui Airport; the four of us are rushing to our plane in an open air buggy. Leila pushes me. She shouts, “WOW! Mum. Look't Leila hair,” as she runs her fingers through her hair. “Yes! Your hair is blowing in the wind.” “Rawul awso,” she says, pointing at her … Continue reading Blowing in the Wind
In the Game
Early Sunday morning, I tell L and R that I’ll be out until lunch; that I’ll be teaching Pranayama (breath-work) workshops. “Afu Pa-ya-ma-na,” Rahul pleads with outstretched arms. (Afu is what he calls himself.) I pick him up; tell him that he can do some Pranayama with me, but that he’s got to stay with … Continue reading In the Game
Listen to them
This morning at practice (still at Yoga Thailand) I overheard one of the teachers say, "If you listen to them, they'll listen to you." The woman on the mat next to mine jokingly complained that her feet don't listen: her toes refuse to spread, arches won't lift, and when she wants her heels to move, … Continue reading Listen to them
Natasha Devalia 