It was a tough week. In fact, I don’t have much to say except that the Wits Art Museum is rad, Zaki Ibrahim is also rad and luckily my mom thinks I’m the raddest.
My new specs continue to me feel a little ill. Chocolate covered raisins are stemming feelings of missing and Sunday evening trepidation. And watching The Hunger Games last night still has me reaching for a teddy bear and glass of warm milk.
Jen x
It wasn’t the best weekend I’ve ever had; but it was jam-packed with emotion, conclusions, disappointment and some truth-telling.
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I’m very keen on long weekends. I look forward to them for months. And then I get a Friday and a Monday off and I sink into putty-like depression. It’s the being thrown right out of routine that does it I think. And perhaps the sugar overload. And red wine drinking.
Easter was spent on a lovely farm in Dullstroom, eating, drinking and talking myself into a state of shut-down.
On the plus side, the pomegranate rice dish I made was delicious and had meat-eaters queuing up for seconds.
Now just to get back into my work week. I think I need an evening ashtanga practice and this:
Looks delectable right? Find the recipe here.
I’ve outdone myself this year. And now my body is outdone. A couple of months with Olivier, travelling Ashtanga teacher, and I feel like I need a long moment on my bed. Ahimsa may need to be reevaluated.
My week/weekend (despite lack of sleep) was a very cool one. Here’s a recap:
We're at Coldplay!
Jen x
My blog has been severely neglected in the last few weeks – a life in hyperdrive! Two weeks ago I was in Mozambique for a week’s yoga retreat with Ekam. It was simply awesome. Here’s what I learnt:
Jen x
It was quite a weekend. Here goes:
Jen xx
I had a weekend that involved a lot of wine. Now, I like wine – I love trying new wines, be they white or red, and tasting the subtle flavours of each new glass – and I love the comfort of a glass of an old favourite. But I’m beginning to think that I like being drunk less and less. And maybe wine is a particular kind of drunk; where whiskey may be a more polite kind of inebriated, wine is a frayed around the edges kind of drunk that quickly goes from giggly to foot-in-mouth and overly acidic.
When I woke up yesterday (with a big thirst on me and a post-party depression that only a severe hangover can induce), I began to think that maybe it’s time to put aside drinking to excess. Perhaps it’s the amount of yoga I’ve been doing, or a month of teacher training, but I can see why yogis don’t drink. It’s the lack of control I don’t like – control of my speech, control of my limbs, control of my memory. I hate feeling like I’ve had a meaningful conversation with someone, but being unable to remember quite what was said … and if what I said was something I would say sober. It’s also the way my body feels the next day (dire) and the fact that I feel like I’ve poisoned myself a bit.
It’s that moderation thing I guess – I don’t really want to be drinking sparkling water at a party; it just isn’t the same, and not from a peer-pressure point of view, but rather from a wavelength and stamina one. Let’s face it – alcohol is fun. I think I just might enjoy it more if I took to heart the glass of booze, glass of water imbibing pattern!
Jen xx
P.S.
Monday reading here: my winter wish list.
I went to Randlords on Saturday night … I love the place. It puts Jo’burg (and its luminescence) into perspective, and I always leave thinking how much I love the city centre; its aliveness, its humanity, its breathing buildings, its architecture. I suddenly feel like we live in a proper city, like London or New York – there’s that swift optimism that the suburban set will begin to venture back into the CBD, injecting it with vigour and facilitating a cosmopolitan street culture.
Email communication between my mother and someone from the law practice down the road:
I walk pass your premises on a regular basis – are you aware that you have a family of very large rats residing on your property? They are quite unafraid and are often out on the driveway or the grass. They seem to live in the holes that go from the verge under the wall into the garden. I’m a bunny-hugger and don’t like killing any animal, and I would hate to have them poisoned because of owls, etc. Perhaps you need to get some large cats?
Yes we know about the rats – we are rat-huggers and encourage free range rats to enjoy our garden. Please don’t tell anyone else! We are letting heron and other birds of prey, as well as genet from the river, keep their numbers in check. If you know of any prey birds please pass this on. I would ask you not to encourage any cats though, as I have two live staffies.
So on the weekends I see said rats out on the driveway, enjoying the sun, playing chess with jaunty berets, nonchalant as you like. I wonder if they are aware that they are ‘prey’? It’s going to take a very self-assured owl, I can tell you!
