I entered 2017 on a slice of hospital and will be ending 2017 on a slice of hospital. Two slices of slightly stale bread, with 365 layers of much of the same crap in between. I want to be optimistic. I want to look back on this year and say that I reached some goals, did some things to make myself proud, got stronger and healthier, perhaps learned to love myself a little bit more. It didn’t turn out to be that way, as, I guess, sometimes these things don’t. Don’t get me wrong, in some ways this year was great. In one way, it was the best of my life. On balance? Put it this way, 2018 already has a head start.
Sometimes I think of my energy as being divided between two jars of sand- there are people who with every negative comment, snide remark about someone else, or a constant string of ‘cant’s’ take a grain of sand from my Positive Jar and transfer them to my Negative Jar. Then, there are the second kind of people, the ones who with every good intention, encouraging words or general comments about the beauty of the world who take a grain of sand with each positive comment from my Negative Jar and gift them to my Positive Jar.
I am Clodagh.
I am a yogi, an entrepreneur, a feminist, a teacher and a writer.
I am pro-choice, pro-democracy and pro-pineapple on pizza.
I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a niece and a cousin, a friend and a confidant.
I am a gym lover; a squatting, lifting, running, jumping, pushing, pulling, fitness freak.
I like the smell of old books, good Rioja, the thrum of jazz, incense and fairy lights.
I am many things. One of which, is an Anorexic.
Ok, so first of all, what the hell is matcha?
Essentially, matcha is green tea, however, it’s not processed, prepared or drank in the way normal tea would be. Rather than the tea leaves being diced, put in a bag (or kept loose), stewed and removed from the water, matcha is kept whole and you consume the entire leaf. The leaf, or just the tips of the leaves in the highest quality products, are ground into an extremely fine powder with a consistency not too dissimilar to cacao powder. This powder is then mixed with water and consumed entirely. It can be drank cold, added to a bottle of water and shaken up or prepared with boiling water and drank as a hot tea drink
I had always been a fan of photographer, Roger Kenny. While working as an actor, I dreamt of headshots from the Portrait Room, Roger’s studio. Even after taking my hiatus from the world of acting, I still loved following Roger’s work. I also loved his eye, his style, the general vibe that came from his work, its’ ability to draw you in in a way that an image via a point-and-press-photographer just doesn’t. His photos are not just something you look at, they evoke a feeling, and they emanate a real inner life that’s tangible to the viewer. His subjects always look beautiful, not models standing for their portrait but real, sparkling, complicated, beautiful and terrible, authentic people that don’t just laugh and smile and embrace, but cry and scream and hurt, too.
I’m not designed to spend long periods of time in a Toyota Yaris. So anytime I don’t have to drive, I jump at the opportunity to get the train- the luxury! Air conditioning! Plug sockets! Goes nowhere near the M50! Park up at the train station, pay for parking via an app, two or three clicks, boom. Put the feet up (unless you’re told to take them down, then you wait and put them up again), headphones on, get a bit of work done, maybe- more time to watch crap online later- and arrive at Heuston in a state of total bliss. Get a Butler’s coffee, enjoy your free chocolate, yum.
A few months ago I was talking to my friend, Derek, about Yogilateral, about how it came to be what it is right now. He teaches yoga and Pilates in a couple of different studios and he asked me one day how it came to be that I teach so many different kinds of classes, in so many different places and the question totally stumped me. I really had to think about it and when I did answer he found my response totally hilarious- in my ignorance, I knew no better.