Clap for our wonderful carers. Even the doggos got involved tonight. ❤️

Day 3. A beautiful sesh where I slayed my lazy lizard multiple times.

When I danced I went for it. I could feel my heart beating beautifully. I imagined how shocked/curious my ancestors would be if they heard the music I was listening to.

I just love an uplifting trance track.

Day 2. I picked up the weights today. Dancing with weights felt good. Gonna get some wrist weights as I’ve realised just how much my fingers want to be free to dance to their own beat.

A beautiful voice.

A song to knock your socks off.

All part of the same fab album.

I danced properly for the first time in a while today. I had me a nice trance sesh, in the kitchen, on the shiny wooden floor. It felt like smooth ice. A pleasure to move across. You know how I enjoy a good dance floor.

I’m always happy to come back to my trance roots. There’s something about the genre which makes me so smiley and ecstatic. And, oh wow, I found some crackers.

I felt a bit low at first, thinking how I wouldn’t be able to go out dancing for months now, if not longer. There’s something about dancing in a crowd that I just adore. But then I realised and remembered I can be the most free and loose in my own sweet space. I can express and fly and whizz and jive to my own rhythms, privately. Well as privately as I can get in the middle of the city.

Sometimes in a club space I’m all squished in so feel inhibited with my arm movements or the floor is sticky so I can’t glide and slide, or I’m getting bumped around, or drunk people decide to stand right in front of me and start talking together (and it’s even worse when someone farts…sorry).

So I feel gratitude for having such a wonderful dance space right here, right now. At home. Alone. I can whizz and skid across the floor. I can zoom and leap between the rooms. I feel safe and experimental. I can wave my arms around as much as I want and not poke anyone in the eye. I can stop and do a downward dog without the fear of my bum getting pinched. Without the annoyance of treading on broken glass. I’d forgotten all that comes with the freedom of dancing at home. Now it’s coming back to me.

So I’m challenging myself to 30 days of hourly dance sessions. This is day 1. I want to explore trance again. Intelligent trance. Not the trance where the girl singer is wallowing in self pity after her partner’s gone off and left her again (get over it girl). I want to find music to take me on journeys to ethereal places far away. I want to soar like a magical bird. I want the good stuff. Not poppy trance. More serious stuff. And a bit basey and dirty too : ) All while I’m pumping my feet to the beat on the ground (luckily there’s noone living below me right now ha!). I want to get graceful. And sweaty. I want to bounce and go crazy. I want to feel alive.

I want to reawaken my body, add in some weights, activate my situps and remember how to make this body pant. I miss my 5 hour dance nights. Let’s see if I can rekindle the flame again. Day 1. Done. I’ll write down my feelings, experiences and favourite tracks when they come. I had a trippy experience today imagining there was a Devon Rex pixie cat in the flat and they were dancing along with me, causing mischief too. Oh how I’d love a catto dance partner. An imaginary one will have to do.

This track is an oldie but a goodie.

This photo isn’t from today but I like my new t-shirt so much I wanted to share.

Well hello lovely pigeon friend.

Park life. Hello hair. Happy Wednesday!

Rather… ‘You’ll give me cat again’ 😹

There’s something comforting about going on a walk and seeing endless chalked hearts appearing on the pavement in front of you.

Hey flower friends.

Discovered a lovely park a short stroll away. It made me happy.

For all you home schoolers out there. How a Labrador mama calms her puppies in 5 secs.

I’ve always loved acers. I never thought on my walks around Glasgow there would be so many to celebrate and admire. They are everywhere. I stroke them as I pass by. They’re soft and delicate to touch and make me very happy. This one was super tall.

I dreamt of a cat purring on my pillow this morning, sounding like it wanted to get into bed. I thought a stray had got in somehow. It felt and sounded so real. The spirit of the catto is strong in me.

Both of these had me giggling this morn.

I ❤️ tulips!

Happy place.

Rainbows.

Pretty.

Uh-oh. Something happened in the shop today. I can’t resist an Easter egg bargain (better than half price). Definitely got to ration these babies. Lindt mint is like marmite. You love it or hate it. I’m of the former clan. Bonus. 😉🥳 🍫 💖

Ever since the year dot, i’ve been in love with pink and purple.

Yay! First official Fun with Miss Honeychurch episode has been released. I’m waiting for the iTunes directory to register it and then it’ll be available on all podcast players. The time of innocence, giggles and talking bunnies is upon us! Are you ready?!?

Ooooo what a song. 💕🥰 🎶