I had two days of yoga last weekend, which was lovely, but meant I didn't have time to catch up on my domestic duties. This means we have run out of food several times and meals have been adequate but not overly pleasant. Celebrating a full tummy.
I've taught seven yoga classes this week, so I'm feeling thoroughly stretched. I've also bought myself a couple of books for inspiration for future classes. There are only so many poses, and I live in fear that my students will get bored and wander off to another teacher - or take up Pilates. So I'm constantly on the lookout for ideas. You can't have too many books, I say. Celebrating my lovely students.
Speaking of which, I've started to read the books I bought at the Althorp Literary Festival. I'm beginning with Luck by Ed Smith and I'm really enjoying it. It's a fascinating look at the role that luck, risk, chance, fate - call it what you will (though the terms are not interchangeable, I'm learning - plays in our lives. I heard Ed Smith speak at the festival and he was amazing. He is a former cricketer, which makes it all the more astonishing that I'm enjoying the book; I hate cricket. But he has a lot to say and a good way of saying it. Definitely recommended. When I spoke to him as I was getting my copy signed, I asked him if he thought there was any point in making plans, given that luck is so important. 'Not really,' he replied, which brought a chill to my control-freak bones. When I'm not reading this, I'm reading Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, which is a completely different kettle of fish. Must finish this before I see the film. Celebrating my literacy.
|Happy birthday, bro|
One more thing. I had my hair cut yesterday by someone who didn't look old enough to be out on her own. She sprayed my head with 'Age Defying Radiance'. One can but admire her optimism.