14/12/2025
That's classes finished for 2025. Thank you to everyone who's attended one of my classes this year.
Those who attended a yoga class in the past week, with the theme "The Dancer on the Christmas Tree", might recognise the poem below, written by AI, which sums up the warmth of feeling in this year's classes.
High on a branch of evergreen,
Where winter's whispers roam,
A tiny dancer made of glass
Calls the lamplight home.
Her skirt is spun of candle-gleam,
Her shoes from frosted dew,
She pirouettes on needles green
As snowflakes drift anew.
Each step becomes a memory,
Each twirl a shining thread -
Of laughter hung on tinsel strings,
Of words once softly said.
She spins for those who gather close,
For those who cannot stay,
For every heart that flickers bright
Along the holiday.
And when the midnight hush arrives
With warmth for all to see,
She bows - a spark of wonder -
The dancer on the Christmas Tree.