Tuesday, 30 March 2010

❉ home made and home recorded love ❉

To bring a touch of sweetness to a rainy Tuesday and to 
show off my amazingly talented future son-in-law's song writing 
and video making skills.
{Or you can go here}
Because I can and because these two are beautiful and charming. 
In the most delightful way.
Proud mama with bragging rights.
Let's make it go viral?
Ladies and Gentlemen I present Dave Woodcock...
p.s when it starts it's silent at first...

Monday, 29 March 2010

°Ah there you are!°

As you may have guessed I've been feeling rather unbloggy but that's just because I had to catch my tail after two months absence from normal activity. Lost in a heavenly world of daily yoga practise and towards the end of my trip, committing myself to twice daily meditations I was a serene haze of gauzy wrap and landing back here was a delight and then quite quickly a mildly depressed bruise. 

Having dived straight back in to work related activity and waiting out on the edge of winter keeping warm vigil behind the hedge I am slowly becoming more acclimatised. I keep exclaiming to myself "Ah, there you are" and then realising that it's not quite me and then doing it again a few days later. "Ah, there you are" but no, it's not quite me either. I think I may have reset or changed a channel slightly within me but I can only presume that it is for the better because I am not miserable or worried; just different. 

I think there is an outline of me still on a yoga mat in India eternally practising the Ashtanga primary series. 
Which is just as well because all good intentions and self promises are kicked over the hedge here.
There is much work to do.
From headstands to leaps of faith, it's time to get cracking.

For all of you who sent me so much love and encouragement on my Indian blogging I thank you and will bring you more aspects of Indian life as you requested. It's just that I've been struggling to even look at my images. It's coming.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

ȭ bubbling over or it's blubby over Ỡ

What can I possibly say?
Hello? I'm back? It's weird, I'm weird.
Holiday blues, post-trip depression? I dunno.
I'm full of stuff, ideas, drawings, writings, rearrangements of lives, 
further yoga practises, deep thoughts and sadness, full of it but there is no outlet.

I need lancing.

I'll get back to you