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Things to Inspire You

This beautiful poem which I have been reading at the end of my events and some classes has touched so many people. I often get asked for a copy so here it is for all to enjoy. 

Breathe by Becky Hemsley

She sat at the back and they said she was shy,
She led from the front and they hated her pride,
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,
But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d been told time after time,
She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs
,And she stopped…and she heard what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe`
~ Becky Hemsley ~


Moon Milk Recipe

Moon Milk is always a popular option at the end of my retreat evenings. Mugs full of warm oat milk laced with deeply nourishing herbs and spices send my yogi students off for the best nights sleep. 
It contains turmeric a lovely inflammation soother, cardamom believed to lower blood pressure and aid breathing and cinnamon which is a super spice with anti bacterial, gut health boosting and cancer fighting properties. Nutmeg is a natural sleep aid and ashwagandha, an adaptogenic root herb, is a friend to the nervous system and particularly great at easing you to sleep. Ginger helps speed up your digestion so all the goodness gets into your system quicker and the whole mix helps sooth a racing, restless mind. So much goodness in one little drink.
I’ve been asked a lot for my recipe so here it is. Based on a lovely recipe from @bonappetitmag - enjoy!

Tip: make a batch as it keeps well in a sealed jar for you to scoop a heaped spoonful out each evening.

Serves 2:
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1 tsp ground turmeric
1/2 tsp ground ashwagandha root powder
1/4 tsp ground cardamom
1/8 tsp ground ginger
1/8 tsp ground nutmeg
1/4 tsp black pepper
Milk of your choice
Honey to taste

- Warm the milk
- Stir / whisk in the mix (ideally cook the milk and mix in a pan for 10 minutes on a low heat)
- Add honey just before serving


Recently we have been looking at Santosha the Niyama that asks us to find contentment and gratitude in ourselves, to stop looking outside ourselves or looking to distance goals to bring us happiness. The following two poems have struck a chord in class so I share them with you here x

Trading Places by Becky Hemsley

If one day we swapped places

I was you and you were me

I wonder what it is that both of us

Would actually see


I wonder if you’d notice

How your smile lights up your face

How when you walk into a room

You brighten up the place


I wonder if you’d see the way

You always make the time

For those who seek you out because

You’re patient and you’re kind


And maybe I would notice

How I always stand my ground

And how I lift up those I love

When they are lost or down


Perhaps I’d notice how

I’m quite content all by myself

And how I’m always there for others

When they ask for help


And if you felt your patience

And if you could see your smile

If I could help myself

And feel my kindness for a while


Then maybe we would understand

We cannot be defined

By all that we fixate on

In our mirrors and our minds


Yes, if we both swapped places

And had someone else to be

Perhaps we’d come to realise

There’s so much we cannot see


And maybe in the moments

You were me and I was you

We would see why people love us

And we’d learn to love us too

Your Home / You're Home by Erin Hanson

If there’s one thing that I may tell you,
Let it be: You are your home,
Your body is the only house
That you will truly ever own.
Maybe it’s got some broken windows
And there are tear-stains on the floors,
Maybe you lock the things you wish weren’t
Behind its many doors.
But there is wisdom on its bookshelves
And a laugh to light the rooms,
There’s a vase upon its table
Where the love you’ve grown all blooms.
Dreams sit on the mantelpiece
Next to kindness and your trust,
Where you use them all so often
They have no time to collect dust.
So please don’t look at mansions
With that envy in your eyes,
There’s more that makes a home
Than its appearance or its size.
Your body is your shelter
So you deserve to love it all,
Don’t let the world stand round outside
And tell you how to paint your walls.
How lucky that you have somewhere
To protect you from the night.
And if there cracks left from the past?
Well then they just let in more light.


While exploring poems to support my class theme in June of getting out of our heads into our bodies I came across these poems. Enjoy x

my brain and heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was to blame about how big of a mess I have become

eventually, they couldn’t be in the same room with each other

now my head and heart share custody of me

I stay with my brain during the week

and my heart gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

– instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week

and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing:

“This is all your fault”

on Sundays my heart complains about how my head has let me down in the past

and on Wednesday my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future

they blame each other for the state of my life

there’s been a lot of yelling – and crying


lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my gut

who serves as my unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine and collapse on my gut’s plush leather chair that’s always open for me

~ and I just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up

last evening, my gut asked me if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head

I nodded

I said I didn’t know if I could live with either of them anymore

“my heart is always sad about something that happened yesterday while my head is always worried about something that may happen tomorrow,” I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

“I just can’t live with my mistakes of the past or my anxiety about the future,” I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

“in that case, you should go stay with your lungs for a while,”

I was confused – the look on my face gave it away

“if you are exhausted about your heart’s obsession with the fixed past and your mind’s focus on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now there is only inhale there is only exhale there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out.”

this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves

and while my heart was staring at old photographs

I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs

before I could even knock she opened the door with a smile and as a gust of air embraced me she said

“what took you so long?”

~ John Roedel

Get Out of Your Head

Caught in a whirlwind, mind spinning round and round,
Overthinking every moment, till silence is the only sound.
Ruminating on the past, in memories we're bound,
Worrying about the future, in thoughts we are drowned.

Get out of your head, let your spirit fly,
Don't let the beauty of life simply pass you by.
Opportunities knocking, don't let them die,
Overthinking, my friend, is the joy's goodbye.

Pondering and planning, lost in your mind,
The perfect words elusive, the right actions hard to find.
While you're trapped in thought, you're leaving life behind,
Overthinking, overanalyzing, shackles that bind.

Take off the chains, let your heart be free,
Dance to life's rhythm, be all that you can be.
Don't overthink the steps, just move with the melody,
In the dance of existence, find your harmony.

We're dying from overthinking, thinking, thinking,
The human mind's a trap, it's slowly sinking.
To think too much is a disease, it's a ticking time bomb,
While you're busy overthinking, life's moving on.

The sharpest minds can ruin their lives, lost in the next step,
While the simple souls win the race, with not a single misstep.
If we could just think, not overdo the prep,
We'd be smarter doers, living life with pep.

Don't dwell in thought, embrace the feeling,
Life is for living, loving, healing.
Overthinking is a thief, it's joy it's stealing,
Get out of your head, start seeing, start being.

I've learned my lesson, overthinking isn't right,
Creates phantoms of fear, shadows in the night.
We thank you, life, for this precious insight,
No more overthinking, just living in the light.

©️ Grade A Cue

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