I was 47 years old the first time I ever entertained taking a yoga class 

A friend from work suggested I go along with her. “The teacher is great she said, a man named Billy. Come along next Tuesday”.  Well, I knew I needed to get out of the house. I was battling many challenges in my life that had me crying with a bottle of wine most nights and I was left wondering how I was going to make it through the next day.  To be honest, she could have asked me to go and play tiddly winks on Tuesday and I would have gone. 

So there I found myself, saying hello to Billy Tudor, an ex car mechanic in his sixties!  He was a very soft spoken man who welcomed me warmly and offered me a mat to borrow. This is going to be interesting I thought as I looked around. Billy was on his mat at the front of the room.  A table nearby, draped with an orange cloth, held a photograph of a very beautiful man lit up by a small candle that flickered. The room was full of people all softly chatting as they prepared...