I got to thinking about that and realised the poem with the experience is about enigma.
I decided I enjoyed being bad at yoga. Of course, I was bad at yoga. I’m a clumsy girl. Yoga is reserved for a different type of elegance, one I can’t even begin to harbour.
I hope I will forever be grateful, even when inevitably things go wrong; this is my life and I’m in love with it again.
For 2019, I had a different type of bonfire night. It was lovely, wholesome and warm.
I feel Mum’s love everywhere I go, and I am so fortunate to have known her for so long. So many people go through their life without the vibrancy and love she has instilled in us.