On caravanning, freefalling and blocked stuff

I have been busy caravanning, the last couple of weeks. That sounds a bit dodgy, and as I was possibly the last person in the universe to find out what dogging is (with the probable exception of my mum who may well read this and learn now) I hope I haven’t accidentally implied I’ve been doing something more exciting than I actually was. 

I say ‘busy’ caravanning, but it’s actually been a kind of ‘lying on the floor feeling dizzy’ thing, as my head, my heart and my Phoenix battle out a set of changing scenarios that will determine my next steps. This has involved quite a lot of squirming and rolling on my part, and quite a lot of dive-bombing and pecking on the part of my Phoenix. I never knew she had it in her. Once the decision has been made, I expect to embrace the biggest freefall of my life. (The second-biggest was probably asking God to take me during a panic attack when I was 21. He/she/it didn’t.) More on that when it happens. The freefalling, not God taking me. I hope. 

Ironically, as I try to let some things in my life go, I have been encountering a number of blockages. One is my chimney (not a euphemism) that has bricks lodged inside it. Possibly dislodged by the builders, in getting the roof done, and it seems that the only way to remove them is by cutting into my newly plastered roof wall. Arghhhhhhhh. Everything is held up. 

Also blocked are a number of gutters. Also thanks to falling debris. And my downstairs hallway, since my cats have taken to defecating there, in protest at the ongoing building works, falling of debris, etc. Gee whizz. 

In tandem with this, I have been doing a little bit of yoga every day. To help me unblock. (Not in *that* kind of a way.)  I never did make it to 25 sun salutations before Christmas, but I am slowly and surely building up my strength. 2022 is going to be the year I do a crab and a headstand (although having goals isn’t very yoga-like, I’m told) (by someone who wants me to help them market a yoga product…).  

Doing yoga makes me feel so wriggley and insidemyownbody and happy to be alive. I think perhaps yoga wants me to find it, because I have picked up two different copies, several years apart, of ‘Reawakening the spine’, on my way to the Spar. Where I live people put things they want to give away outside their houses.

I think this is really great. You go out for fishfingers and come back with Foucault. Over the years I have picked up a picture of flowers for my sitting room wall, an ornament of a ballerina, a lettuce leaf shaker thing (that I never used and put back) and a lot of books. I have given away some amazing stuff including a fully working upright fan, school shoes and several lamps. No genies. That I am aware of, at least.

Make of this what you will.