Much to my relief, last week, I spent five days resting in bed with the flu. It might seem strange to you that I write of the relief I experienced. It seems crazy to me that we live in a society whereby the only time we allow ourselves to rest fully, is when we are sick. Even then, the majority of us are resting in sheets laced with guilt and frustration.
One of the biggest roles I play in my work as a yoga teacher is to be a passionate advocate for rest and selfcare. Yet still, even as I preach it, there are times when I myself forget.
In emerging from my duvet cocoon, I find myself contemplating what it is to rest again. And, further to that, what it is to rest fully without the background nagging of
