This week’s left me feeling fulfilled and stimulated… but oh so tired! We’ve been hip hopping around the country, seeing friends, spending time with family and it’s all been lovely, but now I’m ready for a few peaceful days to pitter and potter around the house again. Ying and yang innit.
Speaking of which – the first of this Wednesday’s list has got to be..
1. Yoga. I’m finding it pretty much impossible to totally relax in the mornings to do yoga these days due to the fairly recent arrival of Little Miss Roast Chicken. Yes she still has a morning nap, but it’s hardly a peaceful session when I know that any moment my yogic bliss will be interrupted by Her Upstairs. I could do it in the evenings…. but I lack the motivation after din dins. Maybe I’ll make more of an effort with that – I always feel better after a good sesh, after all. I digress… the wonderfulness of yoga has still been making me very happy of late, in the form of classes. I’ve discovered a new teacher, who is definitely my favourite so far. She exudes a calm, energetic happiness that I want to bottle up and dribble out in the days between classes. I can’t remember a time when I felt calmer than after last week’s fresh Spring yoga session. We did lots of stretching and I twisted so much I felt like a wrung-out wet dishcloth. In a good way. In the stillness of the relaxation at the end I was taken back to a time in my childhood in the back bedroom of my Gran and Granddad’s house, where there were no worries, no responsibilities. Just the sound of the cranky old boiler and the creak of the stairs.
2. Lemon curd on porridge. Might even have beaten last week’s bilberry. The only thing (am I allowed to grumble in this happy place?) missing, was a little more tang from the lemon. I was going to make my own curd, but time-constraints led me to pick up a posh farmhousey type jar from the shelves of my lovely Booths supermarket. It’s rich and creamy, but I’m going to have to stir through a bit more lemon juice for a slight increase in the pucker-levels. Still made my morning very happy though. That and the CHAI TEA…
3. Chai tea. But not with all the spices. JUST with cardamon. Because cardamon is surely the Princess of Spice. Delicate, sweet and extremely moreish, it’s evoking the exotic to accompany my British breakfast.
4. The sweet, tiring satisfaction of a spot of DIY. Especially when it comes in the form of putting together a garden bench. For obviously, the particular joy in assembling a seat, is the sitting thereafter. And jolly nice it was too, enjoying an icy-cold diet coke in the sunshine the other day, listening to the sparrows and the seagulls chattering and squarking above.
5. Being in a city. The good thing about living semi-rurally is that when one travels to a city it feels like a Big Adventure. All those people, those high high buildings. We had a lovely adventure in Birmingham last week and it was all very exciting. We went up to the top of the library and took in the views; had a look at the Anglo-Saxon treasure in the museum; ate GREAT sushi; shopped till we dropped; wandered through the stunning Botanical Gardens; drank wine on terraces and strolled along the canals. It’s a super duper city – GO!
6. Love for Little Miss Roast Chicken. Because being a parent is really tough and it’s hard to understand, least of all articulate why it’s so wonderful. And I’m tired. So I’ll not try, but just reflect that however illogical, the difficulties and the strain is outweighed by that love.