|Preparing for a gong bath|
Big thumbs up, too, to hubby Clive, who embraced the strangeness with an open mind. He had never set foot on a yoga mat until this weekend, but to my (and his) astonishment, he threw himself into the gong baths*, the chanting, the African drumming, the Shamanic journeys and, especially, the Laughter Yoga with Heike. He encountered a Priestess of Avalon, tasted his first cup of chai ('Not as nice as "proper" tea') and connected with his inner hippy; I never thought I'd hear him say to a total stranger; 'Greetings, glorious goddess.'
|'Girls On Fire' Show|
A few bullet points to finish with:
- You can never have too many fairies in one place
- Children don't die if you let them run around in the sun in their underwear; nor do they get abducted if you let them talk to a stranger
- An airbed is a wonderful thing
- No one deposits pixie dust in a Portaloo (good grief!)
- There is no such thing as weird; it's just a matter of context
* Apologies to the wonderful gong bath leader, but I didn't get his name. If you know him (or if you are him), please let me know and I'll change the caption.