I grew up crazy Irish Catholic and while I've left all that behind, I've not exactly picked up Buddhism in its place. Until now. Get your zen on, bitches.
The first time I ended up here, at the rather dubious North London Buddhist Centre, I had mixed feelings. I wandered in for one of their cheap 10 quid yoga classes with a feeling not unlike total trepidation. A little old lady was behind the desk and when I enquired whether yoga was on here, in this weird shop, she snapped 'yes, but you have to pay me first!' Yeah, alright love.
So apparently yoga was being held there. Somewhere. It's a shop with books for sale, yoga stuff and a kitchen in the back. And yoga, apparently.
A bunch of 'street' looking youths were lolling around on the sofas in tracksuits staring at a TV on the wall. It turns out they were also waiting for yoga. Um... okay. It's a far cry from the pristine yoga studios I was in now.
Lots of random people were milling about, I guess they have some kind of mediation on there too. Or a twelve step programme, I spotted lots of addiction books too. Weird.
Eventually we all went down to the yoga room. It's a little studio with mats, yoga props and a statue of Buddha in the corner. The 'youths' all did yoga in their tracksuits and hoodies. Seriously, north London wha?
I've been twice now, I wasn't thrilled with the first instructor, not sure what style of yoga she was teaching but it wasn't for me. The second 'Dynamic' teacher was a bit better but still quite different to what I am used to. Classes are quite small and not very busy, I'd recommend you go as it's only a tenner. More disciplined yogis probably won't get much out of these classes but when you are injured, it's fine. When I want a proper yoga workout, it probably won't be here that I will be. read more