Mawgan Porth, Cornwall
On the occasion of the commencement of thirty eight years of being alive on this planet, I am grateful for:
Love. On my birthday I was gobsmacked by the messages of love and good wishes from fellow Twits, and the Book of Face. I spent the week lunching and breakfasting with women who inspire and surprise me with their capacity for love. Science Guy and I have spent much of the last month apart due to a clusterfuck of other commitments, but the time we have had together has been full of love and fun. He’s awesome. He bought me a mickey mouse watch and an autistic hippo.
Health. After a lifetime of frustration, it seems that my body wasn’t actually being a bastard to me, but my mind, body and spirit were on non-speaking terms. These days I spend a lot more time thinking and feeling so much more about what my body needs: lots of veges, water, fresh air, kindness and sleep. And sometimes a bottle of good, red wine. And every now and then, an enormous bar of chocolate for my supper. Balance is key. Deprivation and starvation only result in miserableness for me. It has been three months of a different relationship with myself and since losing 12 kilos, in all senses I feel lighter and freer.
A well constructed argument. The UK election has left us governed by two parties who have neither the majority, or (it turns out) a manifesto worth a jot. The comprehensive spending review fills me with anger and frustration as the disabled and poor are sought as easy targets to rectify a deficit not of their making, while telephone-number Christmas bonuses for bankers are unquestioned and inevitable. I am grateful for Johaan Hari who has written a brilliant article for the Huffington Post and who states succinctly and articulately why Osborne’s economic experiment will not work. And from the horses mouth: an annonymous senior civil servant writes a diary for the Guardian.
Escape. I spent a few days on my own at the beach last week. The Scarlet is an eco-hotel built into a Cornish cliff-face. I had Ayurveda massages to bring my (mostly) pitta self back into balance, walked along the beach at Mawgan Porth and slept under a massive full moon. It was très fabulous.
Conquering readers block. Mr Franzen, you blow my mind.
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i knew you were pitta!
i loved being a part of your holiday. and i love being a part of your life.
to many more celebrations and time off together.
love.
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i was WAY pitta! and yes it was such a treat to see you.
i think i bought your dress at monsoon as well. i was passing today and when i hung it up i thought yeah i am sure it was the one you bought :)
sounds divine – happy birthday
You think it’s bad in the UK? Doesn’t even hold a candle to the pit we are falling into here in the US. But I’m so glad you had a great time in your escape.
How perfectly wonderful … happy birthday! :)