After lying down, I used to find getting up again a challenge. Physically. My arms were weak, my torso heavy. I’d use my arms to lever myself up onto my side and from there I could push my way up fully to a sitting position. My back would twinge and protest. The lumber region was weak. Now after all my dancing, getting up seems so different. I can twist however I want. Whichever way I want. My stomach muscles engage and then it takes no effort to rise. My supple strength means it’s easy. I’m so grateful for what I’ve discovered. Getting stronger, through dance, taking it one day at a time is the best decision I ever made.
Day 27 - It’s funny how little I’ve thought about my upper body over the years. Now I’m playing with it, moving it, it feels important. There’s definition up there and everything’s waking up. It’s not just something for my legs to bear the weight of. Having a flabby upper body doesn’t serve a purpose. So I made it more lithe. More toned. And now it has a purpose. It has jobs to do. It reaches for things with ease. It stretches and opens out. It twists and turns in a fluid motion and without pain. It allows me a bigger space with which to breathe in oxygen. It works with my legs to make me graceful and soft as I walk and dance. It’s no longer a burden but a joy.
Popped into VJs this afternoon for a champagne and strawberry liqour. I’m not much of a bar goer but everyone’s so friendly here and bars have definitely become more civilised since I was younger. So here I am, soaking up the friendly vibe, coiffing my glass of bubbly. Cheers!
Oh wow. Let’s talk about Partisan. It’s got a vintage, rustic charm and is full of cute smiley pixies (see Coline in the picture - she’s chief sweet pixie). The staff are bright, beautiful and kind. The cakes are eclectic and bright. I’m having an extended cheat day morning and just had a piece of strawberry and turmeric cake (the cake on the far right up high). I like having cake for breakfast. Before my eggs benedict. I do things differently. Like taking pudding before my main. It keeps people on their toes and me full of cake.
Day 26 - I got sultry today and took it slow. I played with my stretches. I went deep. Ain’t no Sunshine - Bill Withers made me feel soul to my bones and Ella Fitzgerald gave me depth and groundedness. I felt sexy and balanced. I soared like a bird into their passionate voices.
Cheat day cont. We got some sweet licquorice drops here. Pink peppercorn Belgium chocolate. Chocolate covered orange slices and a salted caramel shortbread biscuit. Oh, and there’s some limoncello cooling in the fridge for later. Yum and refreshing for this scorcher of a day.
Summertime and the livin is easy 🌞
There’s music wherever I go in York. Great to hear an old favourite. ❤️ 🎶❤️
He got the musical moves. Mr Rupert Engledow. Jazz and swing violinist. 🎶.
I’m loving it here at the Gulp + Graze in Micklegate. It’s bright and airy with a delightful breeze running through the front of the cafe to the cosy back courtyard. There are happy, giggly people celebrating Saturday together. It feels alive and joyous. It feels full of love. The staff are smiley. I’m enjoying the fresh funky vibe.
There are delectable juices, nourishing smoothies and sweet apricot pastries. Nut smoothies aren’t a common occurrence so it’s great to see them here. I’m starting with a coffee and will see where I end up next. It’s cheat day afterall. The coffee is subtle and easygoing. I’m enjoying this cappuccino. It looks beautiful and has chocolate on the top. Bonus.
Cheat day here we go. Breakfast. Dutch pancakes. I took mine with maple syrup, Swedish Glace vanilla ice-cream and a side of Nutella. Simon went with apple and Dutch stroop. Bubbles flew past the window as we ate with wide eyed kids running after them. Pancakes were yumbly.
I dance in the sun, in the fresh, in the light
I dance with the stars, I dance with the night
I dance to music and magical sounds
I dance as birds sing songs all around
I dance with the moon, I dance with the trees
I dance with fairies laughing soft on the breeze
I dance with my feet, with my whole body bright
I dance as I fly into warm golden light
Doggo enjoying the Solstice sun. Look at them go. Such grace.
Happy Summer Solstice People of the World! May the force and the peace and the joy be with you ✌️
Initiative.
Rainbows.
Bunting.
I ❤ York.
Taken from The Urban Dictionary. Apparently I’m healthy. Jolly good. Ghost Poo
I’ve been enjoying listening to a genre of music called Retro Wave. It’s got a lot of 80s samples and has a driving bouncing rhythm. Great for helping me get out of bed this morning.
I’m at Fossgate Social (coffee shop #4) this morning and boy do I feel awesome. Jazz funk plays out. It’s got a South American feel one moment and Swedish lounge the next. There’s wood everywhere. My favourite part - the chunky bar. An array of liquor bottles adorn the back wall. This place will turn up a notch later as it celebrates the Summer Solstice on a Friday night. But for now, I’m chilling man. I’m buzzing out on vibrations of funk in this uber cool cafe energy and yes, I’ve had a coffee. Next up is rhubarb tea. Pure sweet ecstasy in a cup. I’m hap.
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