Remember when media was created by studios, film makers were professionals and multimedia meant collage?
It’s the end of May and after some rainy days there’s a surge of growth at the allotment gardens.
Blogging has been superseded by finding the plot and sewing seeds.
Storm Eunice has just blown across the UK disrupting electricity supplies and driving up insurance premiums. There’s always something to fuel a media headline and distract from the ineffable fact that the world keeps turning and running down the clock.
There’s nothing like being back home to quickly dull the experience of having been away. Now, that which was vivid and immediate only a week ago, is rapidly being overwritten by more ingrained memories and perceptions from 25 years of living in the same small town. It feels like a robbery’s in progress.
I left the meditation centre at Yala Last Friday and since then the memory has grown and blossomed in my mind.
I’d always planned to find a yoga and meditation retreat this trip, so I was disappointed when the place I’d chosen in the UK said they were full.
A few pleasant days spent out the saddle as a lone, languid, tea drinking guest.
Now’s a good time to reflect on the year ahead, decide what’s important, set a course, and get carried away by the banging party bus on the beach
All is not well in Eden.
It’s easy to lose track of days on the road, and the reasons for deciding to go here or there, so not quite sure what brought me here to Ella, but it’s tea country.
This year will be memorable for sharing Sriyani’s kitchen and learning something about Sri Lankan cuisine, that plus a vegan curry cooked over an open fire, and no alcohol 😦