Today we fly.
Actually, tonight we fly.
Actually, by the time this post is up we will have flown.
We departed New York at 8:30pm. Excited. Slapping high fives, giddy pre-flight. Tucked into our seats on Virgin airlines we sipped our Bloody Marys, gorged on movies, and wriggled under blankets for the seven and a half hour flight.
We touched down safely at four-thirty AM in the morning EST, groggy and faint. Now the adventure begins.
And yes, Michelle and Terry, our hosts in London, have pioneered a new form of yoga called “Fierce Grace” which is hot yoga that incorporates music, movement, and the shattering of stereotypes into a rigorous studio experience.
They want to challenge the notion that yoga is for perfect people, in perfect bodies, living totally serene and groovy lives (which you probably could have gleaned from the picture here).
Zena and I attended Michelle’s class tonight, after 2 hours of sleep and nothing but a bagel to eat since leaving New York. We sweated buckets and are knackered beyond belief.
It has been twenty-four jam-packed hours since we took off. Good night sweet friends. Wow, are we gonna sleep well for the first time in two days!
Tomorrow is Royal College of Art. I’m appearing as part of a panel and giving the keynote at 10:00 AM.
For those of you who are on this side of the pond, I hope you will join us for a fascinating day-long symposium which aims to bring together medics, academics and artists to explore women’s rights and needs during pregnancy, birth and the postnatal period.
3rd June. Royal College of Art, London
I hope you’ll tune in from time to time as I share bits and pieces of the next 45 day journey that will take me from NYC, to London, to Italy, to Scotland.