The race that stopped a nation and ended two lives

Fascinators flutter in the breeze, like butterflies dancing over bright flowers. The glamorous masses prance, and shriek and laugh, placing bets and downing bubbles. Spirits are high. The fillies stamp and snort in their holding pens and a hush falls upon the crowd as the main race lines up to start. I can understand fully …

Tears in Savasana

Familiar excuses skulk uninvited into my thoughts: ‘I’m totally exhausted.’ ‘I won’t get home until so late.’ ‘One week off won’t make a difference anyway.’ Lethargy assaults my limbs, bringing me close to tears at the thought of the gruelling 1.5 hours of class ahead. I tap away at my keyboard, ignoring the enticement of home. …