Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Sunday, 27 March 2011
My love of Domino's was no longer an exuberant indulgence - it was an addiction [frequently alcohol-fuelled] that left me feeling flabby, sluggish and a lot poorer. I was forcefeeding my body food that it didn't fancy when it was already full.
Hence, I am on a Domino's Detox! No cheeky takeaways for me for the rest of the holiday, ladies! Don't worry, I'm not saying I'll never touch another Domino's ever again - I'm just trying to remind myself that excessively unhealthy junk deliveries should be an occasional treat, not my daily bread! I'm trying to find that delicate balance between...
...and feeding my body with what it actually needs to keep me awake and energised. I'm also enjoying scrumptious sweet things and pesto-laden pasta as actual treats, rather than only indulging in food my heart probably hates as a guilt-laden binge. The Boy's an amazing cook [score!!], so I'm loving learning how to make my own meals with him. We bake brownies, try salmon cooked in a white chocolate sauce, chop up chorizo for everything, and the other day we even made our own pizzas from scratch! It was fun!
Friday, 25 March 2011
We are all grown up children, really. So one should go back and search for what was loved and found to be real
Saturday, 19 March 2011
”Does magic exist?” they ask with their glittered eyes
hair swishing down to slender waists
Petticoats and platforms
Feathers and lace and leathers and chain
They want me to confirm what they secretly know
Maybe prove it
so I write another story
light some fairy lights
give them cupcakes
and tell them they are beautiful
“But I graduated I composed more music I hung from a wire and danced in the air”
As if it is somewhere else
Some foreign place outside of us
And not just her standing here aglitter with youth and talent and the desire to love a lost soul
Who asks her with his eyes
Just before he leaves and breaks her heart
"Does magic exist?"
He knows the answer, the one she wants to believe in
But he can’t take the risk of knowing it is true."
"on the good days when i get to go to a yoga class and do sun salutes to a patti smith song and then drink from a young thai coconut and then teach my students in my cottage full of my mother's books and my father's flower paintings and then i light the lights and see all of my friends and we dance around and sip champagne and wear false eyelashes and then maybe i get to go out to dinner at a japanese restaurant and sit in the tiny hidden booth room behind the curtain and eat lotus root that the immortals ate and then be cozy in a bed full of two children and a dog or maybe one wise, kind lover and i wish that i life wasn't so short"
I've had a magical whirlwind of an end of [my last-sob!] Lent Term at Cambridge, too! My favourite lecturer took us to meet the librarian at the closed-to-the-public Parker Library at Corpus Christi College...
...It was incredible! I touched letters written by Anne Boleyn to her father, held notebooks that Queen Elizabeth I had crossed out mistakes in in red ink, and ancient Bibles owned by Thomas Beckett! I love books and libraries so - it all reminded me of Beauty and the Beast...
...Our favourite theologian threw a tasteful 21st birthday dinner, catered in the parlour at his college, with plenty of champagne... it was beautiful!
I hope you are having a lovely [and indulgent!] Lent, my lovelies!