I’ve reintroduced cider vinegar into my morning routine. It’s a powerful cocktail taken in warm water, with coconut oil and a bit of honey. Still working on the volume of vinegar as yesterday it blew my throat up. When it’s just right, it feels like a special healing elixir. Sometimes, when I’m feeling extra brave I add a sprinkling of cayenne in too.
Day 17 - Connecting with my Calves
Day 17 - here we goooo! Something majorly profound happened in my dance today. I felt new sensations I’ve never felt before. I felt my CALVES. I could feel muscles tightening. Itty bitty sinews engaging. I was focusing on ‘Showgirl’ moves (one heal slightly raised and hip moving out to the same side - imagine seductively hailing a cab) when I sensed strength in my leg rather than numbness. Woah hello leg! You feel new and improved. Welcome.
Leo lovely, I wish, how I wish, you could always be kind to everyone you met, especially your ancient Auntie Cookie, rather than the demanding, clawing, bullying butt hole you sometimes turn into.
OOooo that was a lovely sleep. Thank you Holly for providing me with your snuggly clean shirt to lie on. It was all soft and warm for my sweet furry head to rest on. Think I’ll get up now…
Actually…maybe I’ll catch a few more winks. I’ll be up for dinner. Zzzzzzzz.
Dyscalculia - of Lyrics
I have dyscalculia. Of lyrics.
All my life I’ve never quite been able to hear words in songs. I hear about one in every six though it depends on the singer’s vocal style. Now I look back at some of the lyrics and I think, my goodness, I had no idea that’s what they were singing about.
A beautiful melodic song, so sweet in its delivery can turn out to have not particularly nice lyrics. Sometimes dark. Sometimes derogatory. Then I’m torn because now I know, do I really want to fill my brain with negative stuff? I’m still deciding what I think about a Radiohead song I’m covering. It hasn’t got the brightest of lyrics but the melody is what attracted me to it in the first place all those years ago. It’s such a beautiful lament.
I’ve been watching swallows fledge this morning. Mum and dad flew out first followed by a whole gang of chattering un-coordinated babies. They whizzed, swooped and exploded their way across the beautiful paddock; ducking and diving, circling and spinning. How exhilarating.
Hot-tub warmth + Sunshine = Happy Catto
The Power of My Mind
Minds. What a minefield. One minute I’m dancing, minding my own sweet business, enjoying the beat. The next I’ve started some story in my head where I could spend ages thinking, reacting, stressing, comparing, wondering about past or future events. I get in a loop and keep circling back round. Basically I’m not present. I’m looking in the past and to the future and before I know it half an hour has gone by and I’ve spent that time living in my own dramatic soap opera.
One last intricate look at those shiny lush butts 😍
Here we go. I’m officially writing on my new spangley keyboard. It feels amaaaaazing. Like all the best buttons I’ve ever pressed rolled into one. Silver, smooth pressy things of joy ready to brighten up my fingers at every touch. Obviously got a catto on me too. Yay.
Oh gosh. It’s happening….
Having a dance. Catto style. The song - Zola Blood - Play Out. Smooth electro lounge funk. I feel cooler just listening to it 😎
Calamitous Crows
Every morning I’m getting woken up by bellowing crows. The kind of crows that sound like they’ve been out all night getting drunk and chain-smoking. They stand outside my window cawing at the top of their voices in a husky, grating manner. One in particular is real gruff. In my dreams I feel like I’m being attacked by a velocirapter.
They messed around with the ornamental geese too. Sounded like tiles falling off the roof when they knocked them down the stairs. Sounded like they may have been taking pictures of them in compromising positions. Poor geese. They’ve only know a life of delicate respectful handling and then to get taken advantage of like that.
From tomorrow evening I’ll be writing everything on this little beauty. The keys are delightful to touch. I love a good button. I’ve got lots of smooth silver ones here. Yippeee. It’s touch screen too. That’ll come in handy seeing as I’m always touching non-touch screens 😃
Sometimes all you need to do is sit in a field full of buttercups.
To Panic or Not to Panic?
Recently I panicked when I saw the cat about to throw up on the floor. I ran towards it like some sort of possessed person, ready to take it outside. Poor cat must have freaked right out. I ended up almost flying headlong across the kitchen. I survived and recovered (so did the cat) but it left me thinking, why did I rush and react like that? What’s the worst that could have happened if I took an extra moment to gather my thoughts?
Day 16. I love dancing more than walking. I explore muscles and postures in finer detail. I go deeper into nooks and crannies. Painful ones. I give my body the hugs and stretches it needs to let go even more and open like a flower. Thank you sun. Warming me. Embracing me. Yum.
Cat crush 😻🙃😻
My wings were big yesterday. Must have been all that love running through me.
