Ashtanga Yoga classes

  • Manu Rossi Yoga Teacher in the Cotswolds and Oxfordshire

With a combined experience of 40 years international yoga teaching experience, Yoga Alliance Professionals Senior Teachers, Manu Rossi and Bella Rossi, offer yoga classes and workshops in the Cotswolds and Oxfordshire in Traditional Ashtanga Yoga, Classical Hatha Yoga, Vinyasa Flow Yoga, Meditation, Children’s Yoga, Teen Yoga, Family Yoga and Birthlight Ante-natal and Post-natal Yoga.

If you’re new to yoga we can introduce you to inspiring yoga techniques that can transform your physical, mental and emotional health and wellbeing. If you already have an established yoga practice we work with you to deepen and develop your existing practice. For yoga teachers we provide regular small group classes and mentoring to assist your Continuing Professional Development.

We travel to homes, workplaces, schools, colleges and universities in The Cotswolds, Oxford, Cheltenham, Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire towns and villages to provide yoga classes one-to-one, one-to-two or small/large groups.

Private yoga classes at your home or workplace can help establish a regular yoga routine that fits into and supports your life. Classes are precisely tailored to the needs, level and intentions of the individual. Mindful and attentive yoga teaching gives you the space to practice yoga in a way that you develop your own self-awareness of your unique physical, mental and emotional equilibrium.

We also offer regular yoga retreats to Italy – please see our retreat page for upcoming dates and locations.

“Yoga is the process of replacing old patterns with new and more appropriate patterns”
Sri T. Krishnamacharya

The voyage had begun, and had begun happily with a soft blue sky, and a calm sea.

They followed her on to the deck. All the smoke and the houses had disappeared, and the ship was out in a wide space of sea very fresh and clear though pale in the early light. They had left London sitting on its mud. A very thin line of shadow tapered on the horizon, scarcely thick enough to stand the burden of Paris, which nevertheless rested upon it. They were free of roads, free of mankind, and the same exhilaration at their freedom ran through them all.

The ship was making her way steadily through small waves which slapped her and then fizzled like effervescing water, leaving a little border of bubbles and foam on either side. The colourless October sky above was thinly clouded as if by the trail of wood-fire smoke, and the air was wonderfully salt and brisk. Indeed it was too cold to stand still. Mrs. Ambrose drew her arm within her husband’s, and as they moved off it could be seen from the way in which her sloping cheek turned up to his that she had something private to communicate.