Interesting. I didn’t write my blog on Friday and I’ve only remembered this morning, Sunday, that I didn’t write it

I’m trying to remember Friday. I went to yoga as usual, though my response was not at all as usual. I took note of the instruction to listen to my body and my body was incredibly tired and so for the first twenty minutes I lay on my back. Just lay there. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always done the poses as best I can. Is that good? I don’t know. I think it might be good.

I’ve had this thought this morning. It goes like this. ‘I’m always rushing to get to nowhere, and when I get there I don’t know what to do.’ Nowhere is somewhere familiar.

I went to visit Tom on Friday, maybe that’s why I forgot the blog. Though I am surprised I didn’t remember I’d forgotten.

Say something about the garden. We picked cherries this week and yesterday I made cherry pies ‘if heaven was a pie, it would be cherry…‘

The garden is open to the local community next Sunday, 28th, one till three, if you’re nearby. It’s not ready, or, it’s always ready!

Thanks for listening. I’ll try to make more sense next week. If I remember to remember.