Wild Yoga Africa

Wild Yoga Africa Movement and nature experiences – including classes, trails and retreats – in the South African bushveld.

Created by writer, yoga teacher and earthkeeper, Renata Harper.

Hi everyoneHere's the November schedule, with a few updates to note:1. Sound JourneysBoth of our sound healers are away ...
10/11/2025

Hi everyone

Here's the November schedule, with a few updates to note:

1. Sound Journeys
Both of our sound healers are away this month — but they'll be back in December.

2. New Friday Flow
With Qigong now finished, we’re opening up the Friday morning slot to experiment until the end of the year.

Friday mornings:

*7:30am – Friday Flow*
A gentle, exploratory movement / breath / energy-based class led by different teachers each week. Nervous-system-friendly, curious and playful.

*9:00–10:30am – Vinyasa / Budokon Flow with Catherine*
Catherine’s 11 am class is moving earlier for the rest of the year.

3. Save the date
🗓 Saturday 29 November — Year-End Wellness Celebration
A morning of different movement experiences with the teaching team. More details coming soon.

Thank you for being part of this wonderful community and for all you bring to the studio. 🌈

This poem has been with me for months – a response to grief as well as a positive memory I’ll always carry: my stepdad t...
10/11/2025

This poem has been with me for months – a response to grief as well as a positive memory I’ll always carry: my stepdad timing my sprints in the park on Sundays.

The poem started in anger, after he received an alarming diagnosis, and over time became a reflection on loss, absence and the strength of sibling alliances and love in the face of challenge.

𝘠𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 (𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺), 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝟻 𝘬𝘮, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. [this video]

Part of this poem’s resolution came when my sister, who always said she couldn’t run, started running too. Soon, when she visits, we’ll run together – 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 💪🏽

This poem is just one angle – my own – on a complex story. (And my relationship with my own father is different to this.)



i’m always that girl
whose sprints you clocked
in the park on sundays

can still hear
wow, that was your best, sweetheart
i so longed to be your best

but you left your girls
with a quick exit
for a lifetime of sundays

gotta tell you
that wasn’t your best, sweetheart
we so longed to be your best

and on we walked as sisters—
later, during long chats
on the phone most sundays

we became our best, sweetheart
with each other
without you

i’m still that girl, a woman
running strong
in the world most days

and you, father-not-father:
you’ve missed it all

29/10/2025

Just five of us on this particular evening—and it was pure magic.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴…

Rather than rush off after class, I decided to stay, pause and take it all in: the beauty of this space, this evening and the people who come here.

I really love being here. ❤️

A poem about poems—which I usually hear before they become words on a page.Some arrive quietly, asking me to wait for li...
18/10/2025

A poem about poems—which I usually hear before they become words on a page.

Some arrive quietly, asking me to wait for life to reveal more before they’re ready to finish. Many arrive loudly, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 that I pay attention. I do! 🫡



they come at me:
delicious word bombs
that drop into my days
drip sweet, messy explosions
so that i say more
than i should, lots that i shouldn’t,
and, shell-shocked,
shatter the foundations

i’m tempted to surrender
all the rest
(𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴)
to these whistling love torpedos
that demand my attention
and ignored, only escalate
all my restlessness

they are seductive gifts—
presents of presence—
deceptively tight
little word ribbons
that need to be untied
to unwrap
a mood, a story
a rage, a longing

like this lazy little missile today:
6:42 am
a cat on the bed
and a delivery
that arrived, lodged
in my head

(𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴
𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵)

IMAGE: Pongstorn Pixs

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Hello!

I’m Renata, the founder of Wild Yoga Africa and a certified yoga teacher with a passion for the African bushveld (savannah). I’m the bushveld yogi. :)

Working steadfastly at my laptop from home, I have often found myself experiencing what environmental writer George Monbiot describes as “ecological boredom”. I crave wildness. And though the entire natural world is my muse, and I’m blessed to be based in nature-rich Cape Town, South Africa, it’s the bushveld that calls to me loudest. (If you’re a convert too, I know you know what I mean.)

Wild Yoga Africa was born out of a simple desire to spend more time in the bush, in a way that feels true to me. I see now that it’s a weaving together of the threads of my life: years of reading extensively about the natural world and writing about it for magazines... pursuing a field guiding certification (FGASA 1) with my husband (our honeymoon)... spending time on Big 5 trails with experienced wilderness guides and mentors... resigning from a contract that was making me very unhappy to do a yoga teacher training that has made me very happy... my ever-present wish to do right by the planet.

I love how a friend responded when I tried to explain my dream: “Ah, you’re bringing yoga home to South Africa.” Yes, to home as I best appreciate it: through the lens of its wild nature.