y'know, it just struck me this week, that instead of whining and being sad that my knee's still not recovered well enough to jog, swim, dance, and rid myself of accumulating flabs, I ought to be recognising this season for what it's worth and start making the most of it. took me months to realise this, but I'm glad I did! :) right, hence - lots of stretching and more pilates. Must.. grow.. to.. love.. pain... -gets inflexible self into knots-
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vegetables. I just can't believe how much veg I'm eating here in London, and how vast the difference is between the diets of my housemates now and just a year ago. I'm actually craving veg and being conscious that I don't eat so much meat now! healthy change I s'pose. strange, but good!
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went to see Patrick Stewart in Macbeth a week ago. 'twas adapted for a Stalinist era, which worked for the motifs of tyranny and cold-blooded murder, but which sounded jarringly incongruous with "Macduff!", "Macbeth!" and "King of Scotland!" The witches were fantastically reconsidered, reworked, and acted; as convent nurses with rather mental voices, head-jerking movements and bodies and blood in their hands, I thought the eeriness was well-conveyed. Lady Macbeth (Kate Fleetwood) was brilliant, manically brilliant, and she outshone Stewart whom I thought was rather disappointing. He was less at ease, less nuanced, and less commanding of stage and character dynamics as I thought he should be. Then again it was a Monday night that I went, so I give him the benefit of the doubt and suppose that he would have performed better on other performance nights...
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last weekend was another one of those dark, dark times of wrestling (in the woods, as ailin calls it) with God and lies from the past. Struggled with the notion of love and a knee-jerk denial of its reality, to put it in abstract terms. Lots of memories, tears, and singing. But God is faithful, as always. And He dragged me out of that necessary bout of wrestling into a deeper, fuller experience of confidence and healing.
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having heng chin stay over has been wonderful. having a companion to whine to is always a good thing, what more if it's a sister as sweet and lovely and close to my heart as hc? :) we're discovering more of each other's sleeping habits. I laugh in my sleep, apparently. Also I speak in some unintelligible language every other night, after which I awake sometimes to hear hc respond with a drowsy "...huh?" in my even-drowsier state of stupor. the joys of living together.
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am excited that I'm going up to York for the weekend; how random scenes have been flashing across my head over the past 2 days! The little road to Kathleen's, the bushes and flowers, cute little town of York with Ye Old Starre Inn and Evileye and Milkshack... Dad's also coming next Mon, w00t!
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right. back to foucault.
