Big achievements happening.
Like I went to bed at 830 last night and was asleep by 835.
Have now spent 180 minutes in a room doing absolutely nothing before a golden Buddha. Another 90 this morning.
Shed a few tears in front of a Francis Bacon yesterday. Quietly. I was sitting in a room with six paintings, a created collection called ‘In the flesh’ with Picasso, Bacon, Freud and Soutine. I have visited a few times now. Human vulnerability, no matter how much we try to hide it, turn the corner it’s waiting.
One yoga class, also 90 minutes, made me realize how spoilt I am by my one on one classes with Suzie. Bloody princess. That’s me not her.
Met a long lost cousin for lunch. Who’d have thought I’d initiate something like that. Or maybe he did. Well I was there wasn’t I?
To be continued, probably forever.