Day 2 of 4 days off. I explained in another post about how COPD [not touting for sympathy] is like having an ongoing mild chest infection, wheezing, shortness of breath and for me bizarre sneezing [you don't want to hear it] This is chest cold v head cold. It's not that bad. It goes into... Continue Reading →
This is the chant of every woman. I guarantee you will be nodding your head and feeling all kinds of emotions. One of the finest pieces of writing on this topic. Namaste to you lady!
Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.
Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat…
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I am concerned that we are all infected with varying degrees of a dangerous virus.. The TWATTERGRAM virus has spread across the world at 'warp' speed. . People infected experience depleted, distorted and degraded information. This virus has set us up to be meme dependant. Susceptibility to this virus has been cultivated by the repeated... Continue Reading →
Whe had an annus mirabilis or an annus horribilis.. in terms of what has come your way, it’s not what happens but how you face it. What’s next? Singing in 2001 African style The New Year began, not to the tune of auld lang syne, but to a group rendition of an African song at friend... Continue Reading →
Written in 2004 Now I know that in some circles I've got a reputation linked with sex. And in the past, I have taken great pleasure in concocting sexually arousing stories that on the surface sometimes appear to be not as they truly are..but first let's go back in time.. As a 12-year old I was writing... Continue Reading →
When I was in jail, I wrote to friends out asking forletters or just a piece of paper soaked with essential oil. The stench of the officers’ cheap perfume was ghastly and I knew some healing essential oil smells would cheer me up. I didn’t know it at the time, but one of the sergeants... Continue Reading →
Written Early 2017. When the dogs come for the day, I spend the morning in bed with them. Perfect setting to study yoga. It feels so calm and peaceful, and my pratyahara [withdraw senses from outside distractions] earplugs serve to blot out the sounds of traffic. This study is an ongoing one, little bits at... Continue Reading →
I joined the Yoga Foundation course to immerse myself deeper into yoga. Not quite as easy as it sounds because I’m challenged by an enduring pattern of resistance and resistance is tied to my greatest value 'freedom'. I was tested when Janet [Janet Bond is the trainer on the British Wheel of Yoga Foundation... Continue Reading →
Yoga is becoming a more intrinsic part of my life, slowly, day by day.. a few steps forward, a lull.. all part of building a daily practice and integrating it into my life again.
Tuesday was one of my favourite yoga teachers. She was also deeply involved in the Phoenix Trust that brought yoga to prisons. She infused calm into to her class and her ways of talking yoga into me were exquisitely evocative. In the early part of the class after we had relaxed in Shavasana and come... Continue Reading →