Grateful: Day 60 - Tantra & Tottenham Court Road

The moon this morning was white and high over the trees. There wasn’t a clear reflection in the water, because of the wind, but there was white. I stood and watched the sky a while until the pond was properly open. Just lovely.

Speaking of wind (Sandison), there was a bugger of a storm in the middle of the night. I’m in my favourite part of any house, the attic, and there was bona fide buffetting going on last night, big time. I thought I would be soaked before I even reached the pond, but it was fine. There was even blue sky and pinkish orange cloudage.

I talked to Kim this morning, a long-haired American (I think) lifeguard. It’s in their contract, in the winter, to go into the water three times a week, so their body stays ready to function fast if they have to dive in and get someone out.

It happened, you know. Esther (who wears a hat to get here and a shortsy wetsuit in the winter) told me that once, a lady who’d never been before dived in and her heart stopped with the cold. Just like that. They got her out and got it going. She survived. But bloody hell! If you’re new to it, don’t dive in, that’s all I’m saying.

So late – I must be quick. Thank you Max, for a piece of inspiration sent from one country to another, gratefully received. What a kind and lovely gesture.

Thank you for the tantra class – again, like with the yoga – just exactly the specific thing I need to work on. This was my first time. Apparently, they’ve been doing all sorts of other stuff, but this time, that. Good work, universe. You rock. Hope I don't grow any extra arms doing this, though. No need.

Thanks for the yoga/tantra party. It was fun. It’s the kind of thing I find terribly socially challenging at first, but there were games and things to do and I ended up really enjoying it. It’s almost like the more embarrassing it gets for everyone else, the easier it gets for me.

Lots of new people. Lots of easy hugs with strangers. I do like a bit of that. And dancing, everyone and then a very smily lady who did a lovely job. Bogdan was a treat. A real pleasure. I had a good old go on him (Sandison, again! Not that kind of a go – a chat.) It was nice to see him, that’s all.

And thank you to the man in the street (fuck knows which street) who let me look at the map on his poshphone and pointed me in the direction of (now open for the Northern Line - Get tf In!) Tottenham Court Road. How Centrepoint manages to disappear so effectively, I’m never sure. It’s well magic, that is.