All week I got up and did the yoga, same as Tuesday. The best part of course is the relaxation. A couple of ‘visions’ came, or feeling/visions, or I don’t know what. One was in the Victorian alleyway behind my old flat, buildings all around, and suddenly a beam of light hit me from the right and there was a gap through the buildings, which wasn’t there before, and I could see clearly through to the common beyond. I had a great feeling of  s p a c e . The other is more vague now, but with much impact. A door opened suddenly, like a door into an attic and a red clocked girl was visible, for a brief second. These weren’t like dreams or imaginings, more like they came from the part of the body I was in touch with. I maintain that the body itself holds memories, in very specific places, and not just the mind. But none of these seemed like a memory… something else. I will explore this.

After that deep relaxation, which now takes around 40 minutes (need to make more time – that’s where the ‘work’ takes place and that’s where I want to be) it was time for some breakfast. Martin sent me a vid of some buffalo and lions (and a croc). It was stunning. The lions catch the smallest buffalo then the adults come back to rescue it. Adam had stumbled me a vid of some Japanese settling in to a massage chair then suddenly they are being propelled, in the chair, down the ski slope. I can’t describe it funnily, but it’s here. I cried with laughter and my skull hurt.

Work: emails then the first business meeting in a month or so. Everyone back from holidays, then a short video then a dialogue about why we don’t change. I ask a question; people answer. I am not asking the question to get an answer but that’s how people respond. Enquiry isn’t about answers.

Lunch at the school in the sun, rota (washing up) then Adam and I helped Ashna move the last of her things from Dean to the school. We ripped a little hole in the Renault’s headrest with her bookshelf. I don’t know her well so it was good to be able to do something together, to meet her a bit.

No time for a sleep but had a cooling dip in the pool with Caroline, swimming underwater for a few mins.

Usually I verify transcripts of Krishnamurti in the afternoon and today I did it for about an hour, preferring to finish some email queries before the weekend. One of the trustees came in while I was laid on the floor with my legs up the shelving, having a little break, to ask me something. ‘Shall I get up?’ ‘No, stay where you are.’ We then had a conversation with me on the floor. After a while it felt too odd so I got up.

After work, to the school for supplies. We cooked buckwheat pancakes, which we have a couple of times a week for supper. On emptying the compost bin a bird flew into Doug’s window and was lying twitching and writhing on the ground. Antonio said it was just in shock and would be fine.

The rest of the eve I watched E09 of John From Cincinnati while Caroline blogged and browsed. Then some usual checks: flickr, boing boing, facebook, etc, and then this.

To the weekend….