Happy bonfire night! How did that happen, it is already the first week of November with another full moon tomorrow night, phew this year is flying be, I can hardly believe Elijah will be one next week! Still, I do love seeing the bonfire, all that light, let alone the potentially sleepy effect of watching flames - a little like tratak, the Hatha Yoga cleansing technique to literally cleanse the eyes and also to induce sleep, now this is something I need!!
It has been an interesting time recently. I enjoyed my first night away from Elijah with a fleeting trip to London with my Dad to watch Van Morrison play in the Royal Albert Hall. This was amazing, not least Van the Man but also the opportunity to read my book while travelling (opposed to entertaining small child!), enjoy a yoga class at TriYoga in Soho and do some shopping with only myself to think about. Of course it was fabulous to spend time with Dad too, this is something we have done every year for a while now except for last year when I was pregnant so that we have watched quite a few bands now, and enjoyed some father/daughter bonding in the process.
I doubt I shall be going away again on my own anytime soon though, Elijah missed his Mummy and Daddy was quite exhausted by all the wake up calls. Yes, almost a year on, and I am still getting woken quite a few times a night. If someone had told me this time last year that I would not get to have a whole night sleep for a whole year plus, I would have wondered how I would survive. But you do. Somehow. Some nights are better than others and I guess those must help to keep me sane. A few bad nights on a trot (we are on our third tonight) does challenge the ability to think clearly at work, let alone access any memory. We try and laugh and remember that this is not forever. And each evening there is hope that he may sleep a little better!
Swimming in the sea has become a touch more challenging of late, although it feels really rather warm for this time of year. We do love going down to Petit Bot the three of us. Often we have the beach to ourselves, which is fab, and we take it in turns to go in the sea while one of us hangs out with Elijah, who just loves the beach. There is something so magical about being here n our own, not least the liberating nature of changing without worrying about covering yourself with a towel, but so too the way in which you feel so connected to the nature of it all. We always feel alive when we leave - and that is not just due to submerging ourselves in the sea!!!
I have been working on my grounding the last few months and accepting the need for routine. As is always the case, when you finally let go of the old and accept the new, you find it really rather works for you, so that I am thoroughly enjoying having the evenings to myself after years of teaching yoga most evenings, and I am relishing cooking and nourishing myself and my family with food. We are fortunate to still be getting goodies from the folks' greenhouse, they have the most amazing Satsuma tree, literally covered this year. I haven't quite managed to chant while cooking just yet, but that it is my intention eventually, to really imbue our food with some extra energy.
I have been chanting in my own practice though, having let this go for some time. I do love to chant and I find it very powerful. I particularly enjoy chanting with others and only wish we had a chanting group over here who meet more regularly than 3 times a year. There is so much healing power in sound, quite incredible really, although very confrontational for people too.
I have been giving some thought to the confronting nature of yoga generally and I have written an article which touches on this a little. You can find it on my website, "I want to get back to yoga but...". I just had this creative urge and managed to write two articles, I suspect it is the effect of all the Ayurvedic herbs I am taking, bringing something up and out, or just the time of year...
On that note I realise I could waffle for hours, a combination of the creative urge and the full moon energy, plus of course the wiring nature of fireworks. But it is indeed time to sleep.
Until next time, keep well.