A peek inside my wardrobe…

Red shorts and lace top, a yoga session

I had promised myself I would start again. An empty room, a mat, the light from the window, and nobody around to watch me get it wrong. I dug out my old red gym shorts with the white stripes and went back to the beginning: bound angle, downward dog, child's pose. Barefoot, of course — it is the one discipline that makes me take my shoes off, and maybe that is why I keep coming back to it.

Lena sitting on a yoga mat in bound angle pose, red gym shorts and white lace bralette, bare feet with black polish — Starting again from the beginning.

Lena in downward facing dog seen from behind, her bare soles facing the camera — Downward dog, and the whole world upside down with it.

Lena on all fours on her yoga mat, back hollowed, in the cat-cow stretch — Cat, cow, cat, cow. That's where my back wakes up.

Lena in child's pose on her mat, folded forward, soles turned up towards the ceiling — Child's pose, the one I always stay in far too long.

Lena lying on her back on the mat, knees bent, holding both bare feet in her hands — This one has a ridiculous name and feels wonderful.

Lena sitting in a full side split on her yoga mat, legs straight, bare feet with black polish — It took me two years to get all the way down.

Lena seated with her legs opened wide on the mat, torso upright, bare feet resting on the floor — Legs open, back straight, and breathe.

Lena lying on her back on the mat, knees bent and open, bare feet in the foreground — End of the session, letting everything go.

Lena lying on her yoga mat, knees drawn in to her chest, bare feet with black polish — Thirty seconds like this and my back says thank you.

Lena lying on her side on the mat, legs folded, bare feet raised, looking at the camera — I think I'm done. Or not.