Dear Bec,
The ONLY thing I have managed to keep up with is my yoga, albeit in a
heavily modified form. I now know ALL ABOUT how to treat totally fucked up,
very unhappy and exceedingly unwell people with restorative practices.
That's okay. Practice is practice, and I had all but given up trying to keep
up with everybody else anyway. Got a Big Lecture from the yoga teacher, just
as I went down for the count, about working at my own pace, which was
encouraging in a fucked up, conceding total defeat sort of way. Gave me
something to have a Big Think about as I lay in bed, sincerely wanting to
die.
I am also more informed about exactly how long a teenager can last on an
exclusive diet of 2 minute noodles, fried eggs and pizza. Answer: an
amazingly long time without visible signs of deterioration.
I am crocheting a rabbit. I think it's a rabbit. It could also be a penguin.
And funny you should ask about Mym's piercings. She just had her second one
done today. On the other side of her face. At least she's even, now.
Yielding Easily is the New Me.
Gorgeous to hear from you. It really is. I miss Badger and Joke, too. And
Stomper, and Leah, and Mary and Suse and Jude and Alison. I do hope they're not all dead. I would be so
embarrassed.
I may post this email on the blog. I can't be buggered writing it again all
differently.
Shula
xo
