I remember being in Pilates, sometime in March last year, and my teacher, the gorgeous Adam, had loads of meditation tricks and practically seduced me into whatever he wanted.
Whether the intuition and experience was real or not, it got me relaxed and straightforward in a kind of way. He was about six years older than me with a teacher girlfriend, now wife. I miss him.. but of course, even scarred men who rear puppies need other..more fatherly pursuits.
He had some c.d player which was more of a podcast, I.pod player. Another thing I haven't really found myself in tune to. Same thing with my wacky Tai Chi teacher who used to wack it on all the time. Said I had a natural body shape for the abstract arts and dance of the Gods. (she was eccentrically bi-polar). Nice in thought though.
Do I assume the man is happy in the southern hemisphere of my world? Yes, as long as work and play have time for each other. Of course I feel sorry for his now wife, she's been the victim of a load of school teaching abuse, then again, who hasn't?
My school has now gone down the pan and has been branded 'rascist' by ofsted, and I bet the gloomy interiors still stand despite the warnings and overall disputes over the years.
Expectations of schools fall flat on their arses and pick themselves up on the backs of less fortunate primary school children, like my youngest cousin in law.
He's a cross country quad biking champ and he's under ten. At least sports can be charmed by junior atheleticism these days.
My father was junior pro of the javelin, I guess I was a vision of trampoline success.(for a couple of lessons). Dizzying heights inside a bubble of female adolescence.
I've since ougrown my gym shorts and trainers. What I have done, is climb a mountain, walked lakes, cycled around and over them, and all in fourteen miles. (and nearly killed me).
I've been to places no one has dared risked, let alone encounter, and when excess P.E has yet to crown a new champion, I'll be sitting aloof upon the next summit, looking down on the symphony of my years.
When I die, I want my ashes taken to somewhere in the Austrian Alps where most of my childhood youth was spent.