by Carly Mountain | 26 Oct, 2017 | cyclicalwisdom, Events, feminine, moon, mother, Nature, Poetry, voice, women, Yoga
Join me on Sunday 3rd December for the last Full Moon of 2017 to consciously welcome in the end of the year and reflect on the months gone by….. Once upon a time it was commonplace for people to have parties, hold rituals, make love and dance under the light of the...
by Carly Mountain | 12 Oct, 2017 | Events, feminism, Nature, Poetry, women, Yoga
A new Year 1 Group is constellating for January 2018 and will be held monthly from January – July. I am holding an Introductory Day on October 21st at Yoga Kula Leeds. Below is a piece I wrote about my personal journey into the Butterfly work and how it has...
by Carly Mountain | 13 Apr, 2017 | mother, Nature, Poetry, women, Yoga
The thrash of the tiger Is held so quietly within the stillness of her striped form. Soft muscularity, Terrifying black, gold beauty. Would my hand dare caress Her silken curves, Her pulsating chest, The vicious magnificence of her passion, Deadly and divine With no...
by Carly Mountain | 18 Feb, 2016 | Nature, Poetry
Lake and Maple I want to give myself utterly as this maple that burned and burned for three days without stinting and then in two more dropped off every leaf; as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it.
In the still...
by Carly Mountain | 14 Mar, 2014 | equality, feminism, mother, Nature, women, Yoga
For 20 years no less, I have polluted my system with hair dye. I’m done. I am taking my masks off. I do not want to pollute my system or our water with those chemicals anymore. I am done with the violence of the beauty industry, to the earth, to animals and to...
by Carly Mountain | 1 Mar, 2014 | children, Nature, Yoga
The natural beauty of a shell. My daughter was looking at this this morning and she said thoughtfully, “Sometimes I look at shells and think they are so beautiful that they can just have appeared, they must be ‘man-made'”. To which I instinctively...
