Lost in the Forest

Last night Tim and I committed to getting up every morning at 5:45 and doing yoga together for the next 40 days. It’s typical in Kundalini yoga for you commit to a 40 day set. Basically the theory is that if you do something for 40 days it becomes a habit. So...hopefully it will become a habit. I’ve got so far away from my practice. I know that I’ve always been freezing or boiling with no in-between. In the past if I was doing yoga, I was a vegan, I was a macrobiotic, I never drank and never smoked and got my 8 hours of sleep and was a good person who helped old ladies cross the street. If I was NOT doing yoga I was drinking, smoking, using alot of western medicine for any ailment and popping any pill I could get my hands on and eating cheese and butter. So...I’d like to try the in-between and I think I might actually be at a place in my life where I can do it. Not because Im forcing myself to but because it’s where Im at. I am going back to being a vegan though. I just feel better. Im sure I’ll eat the occasional dairy product so I don’t have to starve if that is my only option, but for the most part just stop eating all the crap and doing yoga. Besides I have to get myself ready for macrobiotic school. Which actually will probably put me over the deep end again. Whatever. Can’t fight nature.

The good thing is that I have a man in my life who wants to get up and do yoga with me. And Kundalini yoga at that. Its not your average yoga and a little freaky. So I feel really blessed about that. It’s something I have always wanted but have never been attracted to the yogi men so thought I would just end up doing in on my own. Anyway...what else

Getting a nice social life again which is so important to me. Spent Tuesday night at the Cafe with my new friend Vicki making Apple chutney and telling each other our lives stories. Then on Saturday, Tim and I went out with our friends Steve and Rachel. They came up from Bristol and we did the Wrington pub crawl. Wrington is the village we live in. The village has one gas station, one very small market with vegetables and some organic products, another market that rents movies and sells smut magazines and booze, a florist, a hair dresser that does manny petties for 50 pounds (like 80 american dollars - girl has lost her little English MIND charging that much) and two pubs. So...We started at the Plow which is pronounced Plow but spelt differently and I can’t remember how, and ate a horrible dinner there, ten we went to the Lion where everyone in the village goes. There was an English man dressed as Elvis singing songs Karaoke style and he even brought his own mini light show. So I was pretty excited about that. Because everyone lives so far from one another if you go out with someone you spend the night at their house so that is fun as well. Then we got up and brought them to the car boot sale where we bought a bunch of garbage and ate deep fried veggie burgers and drank cokes. They are so much fun and Im so so so happy that we are making friends.

From there we came home, took a nap then Tim decided that he really wanted to take me on this hike he has been talking about. I agreed but it was already about 6pm. We took a flash light “just in case” we were walking part of the way in the dark. All of this sort of went against my better judgement as I thought it was a little late to be going on a “hike” but decided to not be complainer and just go with it. As we walked, and walked, and hiked and the sun was going down more and more, I said to Tim it was probably not the best idea for us to be walking in the forest at night and I actually did not have really any interest in that at all and how much further was it before we got to the cliff where there is this great look out he is talking about. He said we would be fine, it would be an adventure and it was only about 15 more minutes and then if we wanted to we could walk along the main road on the way back. I was doing my best to erase all the horror films in my head where the couple goes on an innocent nature adventure totally ill prepared and gets slaughtered by the in-bred family living in the trees, but only after torturing us for days on end. As the sun started to set and it started to get dark Tim started walking faster and faster, taking us now off the main trail (another recipe for absolute slaughter) to cut through the forest to get to where we needed to go. Finally I yelled, “are we lost??” and he said, “well, I think I know where we are, I think it’s just over there.” Well...let’s just say, we got off the path, got lost, and finally Tim turned back to me and said, “I have no clue where we are and Im scared.” My immediate thought was, “the only thing you have to be scared of is me at the moment.” But I did not say that, I kicked myself for not listening to my intuition and my judgement, which officially I’ve decided is much better than Tim’s :) and took a deep breath and said, “it will be just fine honey, we have a flashlight and this forest isn’t that big, we will find our way back.” We held hands and started walking really fast though the forest, found a trail and eventually, after hiking through the dark forest in the pitch black, found our way out of it. So...3 hours later we were home..Enough said. Though we did look on Google maps satellite view when we got home and that forest is huge and we were lucky not to have gotten completely lost. The good think about England is that there are not wild animals here like there are in the states. I guess the bears and wild cats never made their way over to this island so that gave me some peace, though Im not so sure about the in-bred families.

We got a letter from immigration saying that they received our paper work and not to leave the country....which we can’t do anyway since they have our passports. Bit of a nail bitter......Everyone send some good energy our way. We should hear back soon.