This is a quick newsletter to let you know that a new yoga class and meditation have been posted on the website by Bhumi. Scroll down to see the links.

Covid-19 update
As you are probably aware, border restrictions are being eased on the 14th of November. We trust that with all the protocols in place and the low levels of the virus in Australia, that Western Australia will continue to be a safe place for us all. Having said that, we can all do our bit to keep it that way, by continuing to follow social distancing guidelines.

Remember the following in class: 

  • Keep 1.5 metres apart where possible
  • Use hand sanitiser on entry
  • Bring your own mat
  • Online payment preferred
  • Do not come to class if unwell

Where possible floors will be mopped and disinfected prior to class, so we prefer you take shoes off at the door. Bring socks if you want to keep your feet warm.

There are still spaces in some classes if you would like to attend, but please e-mail or ring first to book, as some classes are currently full.

New Audio class from Bhumi
A new audio class and meditation by Bhumi has been posted on the website. See links below or go to the website. All of our other audio classes are still on the site and are a great resource if you wish to practice at home.

Bhumi metta meditation for anxiety

Bhumi strengthening class

From The Sabbath Poems

1979:  I

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
Around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
And lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
And the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
Mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
And I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

1997:  VII
There is a day
When the road neither
Comes nor goes, and the way
Is not a way but a place.

From Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir (New York: Counterpoint. 1998)