annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary
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Om
My leg is still fucking dodgy, painful in unpredictable ways and places but after a month off I went back to proper yoga today, and THANK FUCK FOR THAT, you know? What was I thinking? An achy leg is better than whatever you call it that I got like after a month with no yoga. It was hard today though, lots of sweat generated by sitting still in odd positions. But I felt so much better afterwards. And still do.
Earlier I'd done one of my writing groups, including a task using postcards, some of which were sent by my pal Ligia (*waves*) and generated some great writing.
I invited them to imagine being in or near one of these buildings - who were they and what were they up to? One woman was at the Berlin Wall, planting a bomb, another was returning to her village after a period in exile, a third was about to perform stand up comedy for the first time at the Edinburgh Festival. I love these groups. You never know what people will come up with. They've taken a bit of coaxing to get them to invent stuff rather than just remember, but we're off now, so all sorts of things might occur.
I also finished the dress for N's daughter:
It's not great, but it's finished and will have to do. I have quite a bit of pink fabric, pink bias binding and feathery trim left over, which you can have if it would be of any use to you.
When I look back at the list I made the other night I am amazed to discover I actually have done a few of them. I wasn't really thinking I would, just listing all the things that were making me feel oppressed. Haven't done the car yet, but I took a photo of the shit in the boot, which is a step in the right direction, I think you'll have to agree
I just need to sort through it and take the rest to the tip... one day
I am grateful for: a fire keeping me warm; a little dog to cuddle; finishing that fucking dress - I pricked myself with the needle as I was sewing the neckline and there are tiny drops of blood on it - this is totally gross but I CAN'T do anything more, I have to get on with my stuff; yoga, hurrah for yoga and yoga guy and the Buddhist Centre, namaste and all that, om you fuckers, om; selling a painting to my pal MC, hurrah, paid for my yoga class including the bus fare and a meal at the cheap vegan cafe (we WILL go to the ball, Cinders)
Night night xxx
12:23 a.m. - 23.11.18
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