Day 412: Late Plethora

This shit is serious work

A winter quilt, two blankets, three hot water bottles. I didn’t put on my fingerless gloves. I regret it. I may sleep with a scarf to avoid a stiff neck. I love a good attic, but lordy, this one’s cold! I’ve had good times here, though, and I’m grateful for it. Tomorrow Bristol.

The day after Brighton and cat-bothering, then ninja Ashtanga daily. Get in.

Thank you for yesterday’s skype. Still got that glow. And for emails today and suggestions and clevernesses. I am full of awe and warmth and love and the most ridiculous of excitements at this adventure. 

Thing is, I know these faces

Thanks for an email from Montreal Marc saying yes to mask workshops in English and French and even giving me dates. I can do them. We can do them. This is good. I’m going to Montreal! My plan has always been to book a ticket on a Tuesday. Looks like the right Tuesday has come around. Let’s DO this shit!

Yeah, this will help sell it

Thanks for magic whiteboards, weebly, brilliant conversation, patient running, encouragement to swim and the best oats ever from Mel. That was one fruitful morning. It was hard to get out of bed, but I’m so glad I did, for the company, the exercise and the satisfaction of having done so much so early. I should run more often. Running, for me, is so much harder than getting into cold water. By comparison, the dip is peanuts.

Her dog is actually sweeter

Hats off to the lovely lady whose name I never retain. She has a very sweet dog with an upturned little expectant face and a ready wag. Not only does she swim religiously, but she changes outside unless it’s actively raining or snowing heavily. She was out there today. Good God! It wasn’t snowing much, but flakes drifted in the air the whole time, carried on the bitterest of breezes. Even at a brisk walk, my fingers were pretty much useless when we got home and I was cold most of the way through. She is one hardy woman, that one.

And thank you for the loveliest text from Sheila of the Pond, asking for regular yoga lessons for her and her girls, and offering to pay. How nice, and how warmly it was worded. I’m not going to be around, but I shall do my best to give them at least one more lesson, and to work out a doable program to relieve exam stress, help with focus and stretch the mind and body. I’d also really like to record an mp3 for them, to help them relax. I could make that exam-specific and all about clear-mindedness, couldn’t I. Oh, what fun!

And this evening, I got to play at facilitating again. I really enjoyed it. I love being in front of a big group. It really pleases me. Let’s do more of that. Thanks, Sarah Dawrant. Thanks, people. That rocked.