Reading on the sofa. One of my favourite sports. The book seems to be talking just to me when I am completely relaxed, reclining, relishing every word on the page. I am no longer a reader. I live the book. Transported to the author's reality, happy to leave my own personal reality behind for a while.
Movies transport us too, mainly because of our love of a good story. We try on someone else's skin for a while. Their story helps us write our own story. Like this story that follows...
Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to play outdoors. She ended up living in the countryside in a quiet setting so that she could play outdoors often. She loved how the seasons changed dramatically. Every morning she awakened to the possibilities of the new day. Her bedroom curtain held aside, she gazed in wonder at what the world looked like on this new day.
She also loved to read and make art. And she loved to move. She had to move or she got really, really restless. It used to be swimming and running when she was younger but as she grew older it was something called Iyengar yoga that called to her. Her mate also loved to move to this Iyengar yoga 'dance'.
One year a friend and she decided to share a bit of their life stories with others through a cool technique called a blog. So every day she and her friend wrote to their unseen readers. Every day they posted images to illustrate their concepts and feelings. And every day it helped them and they hoped that it also helped others.
the end
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