Dorothy's blog

NellieA long term friendship is in dire peril these days. Nellie, our 1985 Ford pick-up truck and I have had a spat. With spring in full swing and the gardens at Bluegrass Knoll hungry for a feed of nourishment, Nellie and I head to Pembroke to get a load of compost.

As I walked into my youngest son’s apartment, I knew that he had made an effort to prepare for his mother’s visit. He had swept the floors, stuffed garbage into bags and cleaned the toilet. I also knew that I would have to fumigate the bathtub before I would take a shower.

As I spent yesterday in a yoga workshop, aspiring to be a’ yogini’, I reflect on what yoga means to me. I was introduced to yoga over thirty years ago and since that time I have worked on and off at quieting my mind. This is a hard thing to do.

I have been in ‘slug mode’ for two whole weeks. I haven’t cooked a dinner, made a bed, dealt with clients or hardly even touched my computer. My sweetie and I have been on holidays, and I have surprised myself at how well suited I am at being a slug. I am a natural!!!