Muzu Creative

Tw elve months ago I decided to go to a yoga class. I had been to yoga before... every now and then... not consistently... just off and on, as you do. My previous experience with yoga had been ok, I guess. Hard. Frustrating. I remember the very first class I ever attended. I was surprised at just how difficult it was. I went looking for stretching and to increase my flexibility and found that there was more muscle work than I anticipated, awkward positioning and postures I simply could not achieve. I struggled for a couple of classes and then gave up, telling myself that Yoga wasn't for me. Years later I tried again. This time the yoga was in a gym. Upstairs away from the gym equipment but with huge glass windows that overlooked the intense exercise below. As we lay on our mats you felt the vibration and heard the doof doof of the music pulsing under us. The clang of dumbbells was ever present and the occasional groan of excessive force being thrust around below. On sta

  Do you remember the George Benson song “Greatest Love of All”?   The lyrics begin with “I believe the children are our future, teach them well and let them lead the way…….” Well, when my son was born I was determined to raise him to embody all that this song described. I would show him all the beauty he possessed inside, teach him to have a sense of pride and dignity. I would teach him to trust himself, his gut and his choices and to go forth in the world with kindness, strength and faith. Of course, that was all good in theory! My son is now in love and at eighteen it is an all-encompassing thing. I fear that any sense of pride and dignity he may have had, has flown out the window, as he pines away the hours that he is not at his love’s side. A recent conversation about their “sleeping over” and my opposition to the idea, led to a heated argument, resulting in my regurgitating reasoning from my grandmother’s era and him screaming that it was so unfair and that I wa