by Rosalind Atkinson, “If you want to teach people, you have to love them,” said the tall figure seated near me on the floor. Shit, I thought. What am I doing here, then? I don’t love people… I hate them! I feel them frozen in fear and radiating phoney bullshit, and I can’t bear it! I looked around the room at the other bodies. No-one else seemed to be freaking out. The apparently casual comment began the Heart of Yoga teacher training in the Chief’s Meeting Hall on the island of … [Read more...]