I've been practicing yoga now for about 10 years. I've got a teaching certificate that states I spent a month living the life of a monk and have mastered to an elementary (and completely arbitrary) level, certain aspects of the yogic tradition ... including something called 'asana' (which in my vocabulary roughly translates to falling on my face out of various poses ... ). Now, 'asana' (the physical movements of yoga) is very often mistaken for being 'yoga' in its whole form

So here we are again and yet another great swathe of time has passed us by without me saying hello to y'all ... I do apologise and hereby swear that from now on I will look after my blog with the loving care that it deserves. So as you will know if you have been following my exciting, hair-raising and epic journey through the last few months, I have finally plunged headlong into the icy depths of self-employment ... (well, not quite ... I mean, it's getting there, but in orde

Guess what I did yesterday? ... go on ... go on ... go on ... OK, I'll tell you! I went to look at an apartment here in Vienna that cost €980,000 ... yep, nearly a cool million! Now don't get yer knickers in a twist ... of course I don't have a million to spend on an apartment (I'm aiming at it but so far my manifesting powers have been limited to parking spaces and the odd hot beverage so lets see what the future holds for Kate the millionaire) but I was really interested to

A couple of weeks ago I quit using social media ... Ok, I have to admit that is a biiit of a lie .. . what I should have said was ... I stopped making my phone the first thing I saw as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, my companion as I ate my breakfast, the bath time liaison, the toilet buddy (yup folks, I took that thing to the bog with me ... I like reading things whilst I ... y'know ... Ok, Ok ... too much info, sorry), my café amigo and my bedtime story ... Basica

So as I mentioned a couple of weeks back at this current moment I'm working in a school for kids who are .... uh, well I really have no words to describe them so I'll just skip that bit ... Anyway, the main thing is ... I really don't like being a school teacher! Not only are you vastly under appreciated ... you do a thankless job, have to grow a skin thicker than a trolls and then when you meet people who ask 'what do you do?' and you tell them ... they proceed to tell you

If you will allow me ... I'm going to take you on a journey ... If you have no desire to go time travelling or to read about other peoples boring lives, then you had better jump ship now coz the screen is about to go all wavy and the tinkling music is beginning! Quick you've still got time! ... Ok, I warned ya ... now you are here for the ride ... enjoy .... Cue wavyness and tinkles .... It's 1988. I'm eight years old. My hair falls in a long blond plait right to my butt and

Well, here we are again ... it's a lovely Saturday morning in beautiful Vienna ... and I'm about to shatter the silence, sending the birds twittering into the air by bleating on querulously about something or other whilst you listen sympathetically and nod a couple of times (or not, it's really up to you!). Yesterday my beautiful husband told me about a friend of the family who had asked him if he wanted to have children ... knowing the lady in question and being a pretty dip

Ok, last week I learned how to fall over! Srs, just stay with me on this ... my beautiful friend Vera (check her out, she's the one with the luscious red dreads ... not only is she stunningly beautiful, she is also an amazeballs yoga teacher and a fabbo buddy ... she's the real deal) showed me how to fall out of Pincha Mayurasana without using my face as a break ... that was a revelation to be sure ... for years I have been falling out of this pose in an ungainly (and probabl

So here we are again and you are listening to me bleating on about something or other and sipping your coffee/tea/wine (uh, its like 6 in the morning … get help for that, you raving alcoholic) or other such beverage, whilst checking your emails or eating your toast or doing your tax return (I repeat … 6 in the morning, really?) … but I have to insist that you listen to me right now because this is GOLD … I’m telling ya! Sometimes in our lives we want to get started on a proje

You know I said a couple of posts back in a kind of carrying, regal voice … ignore those who annoy you, young Padawan … remember that? Well, screw that … I want to say something about it. I have mentioned this before but at the moment I’m working in a school … not any old school either … it is a school for children who have pointy little horns and tridents … (jk, jk chill out … **grits teeth** I love them really!) As if earning respect from these little monkeys wasn’t hard en