Day 509: Aloe Foot

Mmmm, aloe.

I spent most of the evening with the heart of an aloe vera plant cling-filmed to my throbbing heel - and all because I have such lovely friends! Thank you, soothing aloe - you took all the heat out of my raging heel and you made the raw blisters calm themselves down and settle back into being skin.

Thank you, Gaëlle, for leaving me your beautiful boots (deceptively soft and beautifully made). We have now learnt by trying that they are either quite simply too small, or should only be worn show, as long as the necessity to walk is absolutely guaranteed to be limited. They are lovely, though. 

Lovin those Lontons

Thank you, you cornucopia of Lontons (actual and honorary), firstly for coming down, secondly for inviting me to your friend's party and thirdly for driving me to my door, so I didn't even have to put the boots anywhere near the bottom half of my body on the way home. I was having trauma twitches just thinking about it. Also for being patient with me while I settled... I was fractious and a bit boomed out with the fracas of people at the party when I first arrived. Thanks for giving me the time to find my feet (ha) again. And thanks for the pumpkin cake. Bloody hell. Little tears of joyful anticipation just thinking about eating some later. 

Thanks, Jim Tarran at the Buddhist centre, for the funniest yoga lesson I've ever had. Bugger laughter yoga (which is pretending to laugh until you do, in my experience) and thank god for this man. He was enormously skilful in helping people not to take themselves too seriously - the invitation to pull a more yogic face than everyone else did for that and the jazz/disco/rock moves did the rest - and I actually stretched further in a few postures than I would have by trying really hard (it's hard to do that when you're laughing). And thanks, again, Gaëlle - without you I wouldn't have been there in the first place.

14th Dec, Brighton Buddhist Centre. Come!

Right... that'll do. SO much has happened, and I'm overflowing with awe and humbleness for it. AND it's time to do some work now, thank you very much (rhetorically and for the abundance of work). 

Oh, while I remember, though, thanks again for Soulful Singing, which is just gorgeous. It's genuinely soulful (and of course, there is actual singing involved). I enjoyed it very much yesterday, despite sounding like an old door thanks to a cold. I still had a lovely time, and I still got those open heart vibrations throughout my body.