One month later and it’s summer. The snow a freak dream of late spring. The sun wakes me in the mornings, pheasants and ducks in the garden, a sqwark and that half-quacky thing ducks do. Bright days, shorts and t-shirts.

The latest yoga video is from yoga.org.nz and I’ve been following it for five days straight. Not following, exactly, but working with it. I called it ‘gay yoga’ at first – two buff guys in shorts sitting together showing the poses. Gay or not, it’s a very good routine, strengthening and opening. My arms look like I’ve just been on a surf trip and the tensions in my neck are dropping away, everything changing. The narrators sound like the yogic Flight of the Conchords, that deadpan monotone understated New Zealand speak. I like it; there’s nothing to get annoyed about like most yoga videos.

Before the squence there is a cool section explaining yoga practice by dropping blue ink drops into a bowl of water. There is no noticeable effect at first, even after a week, After a month the bowl is light blue and after a year a deep blue. I am not sure what deep blue equates to… enthused by prana perhaps.

Lots of energy for insights and revelations these life-affirming days.