I'm in Bali, Indonesia on a yoga retreat.
I know no-one, apart from my room mate, and have barely met the yoga teacher.
It seemed like a good idea back in October when I managed to convince my family this would be a really lovely Christmas & birthday present...
I know no-one, apart from my room mate, and have barely met the yoga teacher.
It seemed like a good idea back in October when I managed to convince my family this would be a really lovely Christmas & birthday present...
There I was sitting cross legged in a new yoga class,
the words Namaste barely having left everyone's lips...
When the teacher says
'if I anyone would like to join us, we are organising a
Yoga Retreat in Ubud, Bali. Flyers are here, up the front'
The words 'like a rat up a drainpipe' spring to mind...
The form was completed the very next day, leaving the teacher to comment
"you are obviously a women of action and in need of a yoga retreat'
Spot on!
Zen Yoga Mum is a work in progress.
Our pad in Ubud |
or before DH came home everyday with the option of moving to a different country, all testing my inner Zen!
This was however before I realised that I would miss my son playing his inaugural game of soccer for the school Firsts soccer team,
or I would miss seeing him in his new suit for the School Formal...
And way before the Crazy Poodle looks at me with his
"You're not leaving again are you' expression?
It was also way, way before we are queueing up in the arrivals hall for a zillion years at the new Dempasar International Airport...
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