I perceive myself as a spiritual guy, one who believes that the Universe has my back and is guiding me along my life's journey. But when does looking out for signs become too much and bordering on obsession? I mean sometimes I find myself finding, or is it really looking to find, the most ridiculous "signs" in the silliest places. For example, the other day I finished a phone call with someone from a certain country and then straight after I hung up I got a random like on F

People assume, well I'm assuming that people assume, that "Yoga people" live in a state of clam 24/7. I can only speak for myself but some days I find myself wanting to Namaste someone violently. Yes, practising Yoga and meditating does calm you down but the truth is we still live in the real world with real world problems. Even first world problems described below. I am currently in the Middle East and well, daily I feel like I am living on Mars. I am ever so grateful f

After receiving my 200-hour Ashtanga - Vinyasa flow certification from Kranti Yoga in India I returned to Australia. I wasted no time in joining the wonderful global yoga networking site, Yoga Trade. That same day I applied for jobs in Bali, Philippines, South America, Oman, Thailand, Costa Rica, Hawaii, and Kuwait the options were endless. I had a great response from most of my applications which excited me made me optimistic for what the future had in store. Especially the

Where do I start? Well, first I made it. I am now a certified Ashtanga-Vinyasa Flow, Meditation and Pranayama teacher. 200 hours of back bending, sweating, studying, crying, laughing and well yoga, yoga, yoga. So I seem to be attracting my tribe with my vibe, as the saying goes as I once I found myself staying at a real life movie set, with a gorgeous cast of yogis from all around the world. We represented Australia, Poland, Germany, UK, USA, Canada, Greece, New Zealand,

As a middle-aged man who has lived a life of excess. I mean excess, everything I have done, I did it to the extreme until there was nothing left, especially red wine. I always had in the back of my mind that I wanted to escape to a yoga retreat, that somehow was connected to a wine bar, yet for some reason, I could never find one. Now I have studied yoga before, I wouldn't say I was a yogi, but it was definitely one of the excesses that I had a relationship with. A healt