So it’s Tuesday and I’m not feeling particularly sparkly. Blame it on the Supermoon, but I have not slept through the night in days and it’s starting to wear on me.
My body felt a bit too delicate in my Second Series practice this morning and I have a busy day ahead.
In my dream world I would enjoy spending this day creating grand and exhilaratingly wild floral designs like those of Constance Spry. I would definitely be wearing a silk turban and pearls. I would lounge about in the afternoon sipping on iced lindenflower tisane and nibbling pink and green macaroons (non-vegan, full of sugar and wheat, if you please!).
But no, off to teach a class I go, followed by an hour of getting needles stuck in me where I will inevitably be given another few weeks’ worth of vile herbs to drink, and then an afternoon of washing, windexing and wrapping ribbons around vases at my unglamorous job at the floral warehouse.
Oh well, paying dues. For now, sit back for a few moments with me, turn on this tune (my theme song of the past week) and let me know which one of these glorious arrangements we should display in the parlor