Yoga and I go back some time. From the first practice, I was interested. Interested in the shapes I was making with my body, the words the teacher was saying, the focus of the other students around me and then after the class, how peaceful I felt. Since that first class, yoga has stuck with me, despite me not always sticking with it. In the past I have been a faithless friend, forgoing my practice in favour of other things -a nice long lie in bed proving to be most persuasive. However what I have found on my yoga journey is that yoga has as many dimensions as I do. It can be a long, strong, physical practice but it can also be short and soft and just as effective. It can be done in a studio, outside, in bed, waiting for the tube, in lycra, old trackies, pjs, jeans - you get the idea. Better to do something than nothing. Yes, yoga is a discipline - but luckily one that works in tandem with who we are. It really is possible to sleep in, or have a cup of tea in bed and still be a yogi. To practice yoga is essentially to practice being who we are and leaning in to that story is the truly interesting bit.