17/05/2026
Some mornings…..
I’m called outside early, instead of to my mat.
Days like today that beckon cold, blue bright, and full of birdsong.
Everything delights me this morning; the dancing cow parsley, the dew on a stinging nettle, a freshly dug mole hill.
This old drovers path; carrying the echoes of past footsteps. The lines in the crops, the curves of the fields. The huge skies that invite the deepest breath.
The Merlin app counted over 25 birds this morning; skylarks, yellowhammers, linnets, whitethroats, goldfinches and swifts jumbled up with crows, curlews, pheasants, pigeons and robins.
Yoga means ‘to yoke’ or unite all aspects of ourselves.
It doesn’t always happen on the mat. It happens at sunrise, at sunset, at the top of a mountain, in the cold shock of a surprise wave, in birds hatching, lambs skipping, the smell of new cut grass. On an old drovers path in East Yorkshire.
Nature heals 🧡