Grateful: Day 91 - Karma

A hearty breakfast, before my swim. Ice on the steps into the water. Veritable sculptures of ice on one of the life rings, the one with the plants growing up through it that the ducks sometimes next in. The water was cold, of course, but not unreasonably so. I thrived.

I cycled down, smiling, freezing (no sensation in toes, painful fingers - just too cold for cycling) to Old Street to help decorate the new yoga centre. I'm a whore for group volunteering. And for DIY. I love both, so despite nervousness and a little trepidation, I went.

Thank you for my dirty Carhartt dungarees, and for a day of masking tape sticking, painting, peeling really sticky stuff of windows in great big strips, unscrewing things and screwing them in again, going up ladders, laughing and talking with people I'd mostly never met before. There is no question that it's a brilliant way to do DIY. They call it karma yoga. I call it a jolly good time.

Thank you for being fed, sweetly, regularly, and for being accepted.

Thank you for things learnt on so many fronts, for information I needed, whether I wanted it or not. Thank you for good friends, and for a long, cold, healthy, healing bike ride up the hill.

Thank you, now, for my bed, which I so desperately need.