![]() Warm, friendly and funny, Jess could easily pass for one of the young mums at the school gates. Jess’s hope is that we will find balance. Our focus will be on the breath rather than yogic acrobatics. ![]() We were to learn about the eight limbs of yoga, a kind of code for living and ‘way to find our way back to our true nature,’ as Jess put it. In the morning it was off to the open clay-covered yoga shala my first yoga session with British instructor, Jess Horn, who explained that she teaches Ishta, a scientific form of yoga that marries Tantra philosophy with Ayurveda and Hatha. There are no hair shirts here, just easy- going hospitality and empathetic service. A more militant yoga retreat might have rapped smartly on my door (or knuckles), but this is not that kind of retreat. Never in my life have I been more thankful for a nap, or more thankful that I’d been allowed to rest. When I wake up two hours later the adaptor I’d requested has been left on my table and I’ve missed the class. 'Right,' I think, 'I'll just have a very quick lie down.' And promptly pass out. I have no idea how I'll find my way back to the yoga shala, with just thirty minutes before the first class, I need to get organised. ![]() Annu leads me through a maze of pathways through the lush palm-filled garden to my grass-roofed eco-hut, my home for the next seven days. ![]()
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