Habits and Rituals

Are you lucky enough to have a yoga teacher as a friend?

I am. I met D at the chalkface.

To be honest, I adore her.

She's given me a few significant things.

The Bhagavad Ghita and its inspirational box of wisdom cards.

When she visits, she brings things like roasted chick peas, lightly salted

and cranberry juice.

I try to go easy on the cream filled frippery on those days.

I like to ritually draw a wisdom card at key points in my

Florafied existence.

And, am amazed that I can put them into context so often.

I know essentially the Bhagavad Gita is about one

heck of a drawn out battle. A war.

But, apart from that it has things to say.

This week the chalkface has gone on holidays.

Had a lovely end to the year.

Trotted out the Victorian style flower patterned make do and mend

hand-sewn quilt project.

Had plenty of takers.

Bless.

Five years in the making.

An end of term ritual.

 

 

Had this native Australian bird specimen, a Kookaburra

drop by the school's green patch.

Just when I was leaving.

Thank you, Kookaburra.

Have started to have a play around with sculpting lace

and those beautiful camellias I bought.

I can imagine this in a plenty of tousled hair, half-up, half-down.

And this work-in-progress.

 

Just heard about the Connecticut primary school shooting.

It's the stuff our nightmares are made of; concede I don't have to tell you.

Here's the Gita card I retrieved from the pack of over sixty options.

I do know it's cold comfort.

But still.

 

Hearts are broken.