Happy

1. I returned yesterday evening to the yoga class I had stopped attending last June when I aggravated an old sacro-iliac problem. I sat at the back of a beginners' class and gently coaxed my stiff body back into some of the familiar asanas. I was able to allow myself to stop when I needed to stop, and not to compare myself too much with my younger, suppler classmates. And this morning on awakening I felt wonderful - it is as if my body is coming alive again! I will return, and hope that I can keep this awareness of my limits as well as my possibilities.
   
   
2. I am not working today so I ran a few errands in the centre of town. It was crisp, cold and sunny, and I sat watching the world go by from the top deck of the bus as it trundled across the river, along past the Houses of Parliament and down Whitehall. Alighting at Trafalgar Square, I called into the National Portrait Gallery for a quick peek at the moving, yet joyful and fun Look at Me exhibition, a collection of self-portaits by (often disadvantaged) community groups from across the UK.
   
   
3. And I've come home with a superb selection of library books: a memoir by Karen Armstrong; The Places that Scare You by Pema Chodron (because I couldn't resist a title like that); and a couple of thrillers (because I can't not have a crime story within reach).
   
   
4. Happy.