my favouritest band
at the moment is mess hall and tickets to see them at the annandale are only $20 (plus travel...). Am looking forward to visiting Sydney again and getting my culture fix.
This evening I was chatting to Dez about her recent visit to Canada for a family reunion. She explained that nothing exciting happened (her family live in the Yukon which she assures me is not exciting).
"Did you get driven around a lot by family? DId you sleep in single beds and sit in the back seat of cars and feel like you'd regressed to childhood?"
She did admit that she was a backseat passenger being driven around by her Mum (who lives in Chile but keeps a car in Canada for return visits) and claimed that in Canada it's not illegal to travel in a car without a seatbelt if all the seatbelts are taken... this led me to consider the whole prominence of car accidents as a public health issue in Australia and all the actions taken to prevent and avoid car accidents.
Then it was my turn to tell my news, and so once again I chatted about the yoga retreat and that I didn't see "Ian" there (Ian, being a colleague of hers that has been on a yoga retreat before, leading Dez to thinking he must do all the yoga retreats...)
"There were only 2 guys there. Neither were called Ian.
"Um, one guy was sort of hot. The other one had a hot personality, I guess. He was a good actor. We were all in a play. We acted out yoga philosophy and wore saris.
"We did lots of meditation and chanting and people grooved around whilst sitting in the lotus position wrapped up in shawls. Yes, I did get the giggles initially"
I forgot to tell her, exactly, about the pure bliss of chanting, the joy encapsulated in chatting a falling down backwards joyous version of Ohm, I can't explain it in words how it sounds called out as part of a song or chorus.
She wanted to know more about yoga, and I said, yes, secretly I'd been doing yoga for a quite a while, on and off, that gradually I notice the benefits, that I like the physical side of it and the mental side of it and learning about it. My current class meets in a community hall. There's a group of us that regularly attend and our teacher runs a 2 hour class that has gradual changes each week. Last night we did lots of warrior poses and used the chair in iyengar style practices to stand outstretched on one leg. Lots of sideway stretching and spine twisting. THe pleasure of shoulder stands and releasing all your weight, letting your shoulders sink down and back. Then I got a lift home with my classmate, who is such a legend for so many small and simple reasons. She could pass for anywhere between 35 and 55, she's taken up surfing, she's fit and healthy, she can make conversation without references to work or family, and she passed on details about an iyengar teacher who is only known about by word of mouth.
This evening I was chatting to Dez about her recent visit to Canada for a family reunion. She explained that nothing exciting happened (her family live in the Yukon which she assures me is not exciting).
"Did you get driven around a lot by family? DId you sleep in single beds and sit in the back seat of cars and feel like you'd regressed to childhood?"
She did admit that she was a backseat passenger being driven around by her Mum (who lives in Chile but keeps a car in Canada for return visits) and claimed that in Canada it's not illegal to travel in a car without a seatbelt if all the seatbelts are taken... this led me to consider the whole prominence of car accidents as a public health issue in Australia and all the actions taken to prevent and avoid car accidents.
Then it was my turn to tell my news, and so once again I chatted about the yoga retreat and that I didn't see "Ian" there (Ian, being a colleague of hers that has been on a yoga retreat before, leading Dez to thinking he must do all the yoga retreats...)
"There were only 2 guys there. Neither were called Ian.
"Um, one guy was sort of hot. The other one had a hot personality, I guess. He was a good actor. We were all in a play. We acted out yoga philosophy and wore saris.
"We did lots of meditation and chanting and people grooved around whilst sitting in the lotus position wrapped up in shawls. Yes, I did get the giggles initially"
I forgot to tell her, exactly, about the pure bliss of chanting, the joy encapsulated in chatting a falling down backwards joyous version of Ohm, I can't explain it in words how it sounds called out as part of a song or chorus.
She wanted to know more about yoga, and I said, yes, secretly I'd been doing yoga for a quite a while, on and off, that gradually I notice the benefits, that I like the physical side of it and the mental side of it and learning about it. My current class meets in a community hall. There's a group of us that regularly attend and our teacher runs a 2 hour class that has gradual changes each week. Last night we did lots of warrior poses and used the chair in iyengar style practices to stand outstretched on one leg. Lots of sideway stretching and spine twisting. THe pleasure of shoulder stands and releasing all your weight, letting your shoulders sink down and back. Then I got a lift home with my classmate, who is such a legend for so many small and simple reasons. She could pass for anywhere between 35 and 55, she's taken up surfing, she's fit and healthy, she can make conversation without references to work or family, and she passed on details about an iyengar teacher who is only known about by word of mouth.
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