Day 6. I’m shifting in and out of headaches and wooziness, possibly from caffeine withdrawal. Or maybe from the detox tea. Or maybe from the homemade scones I baked this morn. Or maybe just from life : ) My body feels like it’s processing a few things today. I’m just watching and waiting for sensations (and pains) to past.
After some easy light-footed dance steps, in a black hoody and black trousers looking like some kind of ninja, (this set really was incredible) I had to lay down. It felt like I needed to stretch more today. Really stretch. Deep down all the way into my sides. And sinews. And fascia. Big stretches. My own kind of yoga. Stretching wherever was needed. Like a long, dexterous cat.
Then I did a constructive rest. It was magical. The world stops. All the fidgeting stops. Every last fidget. A fidget at a time. I’m so fidgety! And all that’s left is a comfy, elongated mass of muscle and bone. Calmness. Tranquility. And a breathe that rises and falls. Everything else is relaxed. Stretching, resting, forgetting about everything. Flying away. For fifteen minutes. I still had stomping ethereal techno on. That kept me energised. And I went on a journey. Into myself. It’s always a fascinating experience.