Tuesday I went to see Le Mystere les Voix Bulgares
On Wednesday I went up to London to teach Amelia Crichtlow all about the Accelerated Productivity we do. We didn't quite get to finish due to a slightly late start and childcare issues and I felt slightly concerned I had left her at the point where it all actually feels rather overwhelming. Its a bit like tidying out a cupboard. You know you get to that point where everything seems much messier than it was before you started. And you need to press through and get to the point where its all back in the cupboard, but the cupboard is cleaner and clearer and more organised and you have managed to dump a load of clutter into the bin bag or recycling. Well we got to the point where a lot of the stuff was still over the floor. But being a proper 'Doer" that she is, she has assured me that she is going to keep going and get to the end of it all. Like most working mums, and any single ma, Amelia has an awful lot on her plate before the artist business work part starts. Why no one admits that raising children and running a household is a proper full time job I don't know. Also had some very inspiring conversation (as I hoped I would) about art and business. Amelia is a proper artist in my book. It really is her life. And the work and dedication she puts in shines out of her and her work. If you are thinking of doing an e course this year.... I can't recommend her Experimental Art course highly enough. Its inspiring like going to proper art school is in my idea of what art school is all about. Its not just about creating, its also about ideas and creativity itself. Proper good. If you are keen o about it. Its here. and its open for a year.....
On the way home I spanked all my birthday money on a very expensive top and totally OTT marni-esque necklace. Top is black and tunic like with pockets and will be useful. Necklace is of the kind that no one can fail to notice. I do believe that as one gets older one must begin to rely on well cut classics and outrageous accessories to cut a dash (and distract anyone from looking for cuddly bits or wrinkles!)
On Thursday Bub went to French Club. Which is run by a brilliant French lady who used to do a session at the Library for ultra bargainous prices. French club is held in a massive private house and its not excessively cheap. But several pals kids are going, and mums could have a nice cuppa and a chat, or sneak in to see the little ones actually speaking French. Its so so so sweet to see them. The teacher is so good, she has them enraptured and totally immersed and joining in the fun.
I have been thinking about the whole school business of late. And have come to a conclusion, helped by my mum, who pointed out that I could spend the £5000 pa on extra curricular fun and activities and trips and so on instead. And if perchance Bub has a disaster at a big school then we can think about moving him eleswhere not before. Unless of course Hub and I suddenly start rolling in the mulah. Which I do still like to think might happen. For the time being I think I will go with my plan.
Friday was the assesment for my Yoga Teacher Training. I was dreading it. I knew that I couldn't fail exactly as its not that sort of exam. But I felt that I would be getting up in front of people and attempting to teach something I did not know. Luckily I was given poses I knew fairly well and while I am sure I could have done better, I didn't feel it was a total disaster. Also getting more into my Yoga again. I was instructed in a pose Parivrrta Janu Sirsasana as it happens, which felt like the most impossible thing. And was encouraged to go beyond what I though I was capable of. And was surprised by how much further into the pose I could go. The whole brain and body thing totally true. It was my thoughts that had been making it impossible. Not my body.
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