i feel very disconnected when i’m out and about all over town… or the valley really.
particularly disconnected, funnily enough, when i’m out and about all by myself. this was just one of those days where, between yoga, coffee out with yoga friend and errands, I feel a little behind the eight ball on the home front. laundry mounts. school gets partially done. i end up unwound and undone from a fantastic yoga class only to find my brains scattered and rattling about my brain when it comes to the practicalities of the day. i suppose, in a good, kind of fun, “wow, mum, we have to be at piano in ten minutes, get your shit together” sort of way… i’m paraphrasing by the way.
the role of coffee in my life is beginning to concern me. it, along with butter tarts and date squares is morphing into a kind of life-line. most often it’s just my early, squirrelly morning jolt… but lately it’s been a mid-afternoon latte… jerry’s for mocha- go hard on the whip, will ya?!- in the evening. i am clearly enjoying some regular caffeination.
a visit from my friendly j.w. lady this afternoon. i indulge just because… i’m eager to know what drives her to dedicate a life largely to rejection… curious to what’s feeding that degree of faith. she’s nice company… british, well-travelled, smart and articulate- resembling very little of the j.w’s i’ve encountered in the past- and she never scolds when i haven’t done the required reading. a little stimulating debate in the afternoon. what can i say… it’s a small town!
yoga is the highlight today. shoulders opened . hips, too. frog. variations of tree. variations of pigeon. savasana.
bank deposit. homemade butter tart. a blue dog mocha… with whip.
pizza night… jalapenos, goat cheese, mushrooms, fresh garlic. favourite meal of the week… until tomorrow.
anion pads. friggin’ heaven in a sanitary pad!
