Author: Metropolitan Mum

The struggle to struggle

One of my teachers once said “Those who fall over a million times are those who will end up with the most beautiful headstands.” Struggle (and to an extent failure) is part of the journey – in life as well as in practicing yoga.

Going home to Brexit

So, it’s official now. After pretty much exactly four years in Sweden, we will be leaving this summer. It’s not a secret that I have been struggling massively with the Swedish winters. Five to six months of ice and snow, the blackest, treacle-like darkness from 3pm to 9am during two months of that and a blanket […]

How to have a perfect beach body

You can’t enter a newsagent these days without coming across magazine titles that demand you to ‘loose those last five pounds’ or ‘become ab fab in three weeks’, all ‘just in time for summer 2018.’ The way to the perfect beach body is often portrayed as a complicated one, littered with sacrifices, requiring a huge […]

Raw chocolate and coconut balls

I love a little bit of chocolate just as much as every other yogi. However, I am trying to keep my refined sugar intake as low as I can. Also, I often find that the regular corner shop chocolate bar sends me on a rollercoaster of sugar highs and lows – not a pleasant ride. The beauty of these chocolate […]

Working girl

About a year ago, when I was waiting for the landlords’ decision about renting out the space that would become my yoga studio a couple of months later, I found myself googling “what’s it like to own a yoga studio?” There was little on the web about the matter back then. Now, nine months into […]

Apples and pears

Someone asked me the other day how living in Sweden compared to living in London. Well, it doesn’t. Hence the title. I guess my life here brought out a part of my personality that I thought might exist, but wasn’t entirely sure about. Tending to fruit trees and preserving pears has not really been on […]

Winter is coming

When nocturnal temperatures drop into single digits before the middle of September, you might be understood to ask yourself ‘What the hell am I doing here?!’ London weather is by no means comparable to the Caribbean, but compared to what we get up here, it looks pretty balmy.