23 kilometres run this week.
An important, excellent therapy session.
A morning dipping my toes into authentic movement and expressive arts to explore what’s held in the body.
Ten hours of extremely satisfying practice and study with S and V.
A day spent with S.
VC is home.
An afternoon at Koshy’s by myself, writing letters.
It’s left me feeling fresh and pulpy perfect as a greener than green slice of avocado. Light as a balloon ready to set off floating aimlessly into the clueless sky. Open like a just bloomed sunflower chasing the sun obediently.
Happy, like me.
Happy and so grateful for the metro today. I know I’ve said this a lot lately, and S joked saying I should be the poster child for the Bangalore Metro, but it has been a truly life-changing shift for me. To go from thoughtlessly jumping into a cab, to now always making sure I have fifteen minutes extra to make it to the Metro, more often than not, has altered a lot for me these past few months.