I can’t feel my body anymore, but I’m going again today. Our yoga instructor having abandoned us for some good old regular vacation (I mean Come ON, he’s not even off to some silent retreat or martial arts seminar! Who leaves their students unattended?), I’ve been left with no other option than to sign up for swimming lessons. And pools are a microcosm in their own right, with rules and unspoken laws and human sharks. More on that later. 

I did host a pretty cool Friday night girl dinner (my infamous menstrual dinners), with a simple yet scrumptious menu as a mirror version of my inspiring and inspired all female guest list. Some are recent additions to my life, and some have been around so long that this blog is, after 4 years, is more than familiar with them: Fanny the Pomarium founder, Alice the photographer of inner beauty, “You rock my Life” Marion C., Art and Law student turned gorgeousnotjustrawfoodista expert Marion T., newbies music industry organic oil entrepreneur Alex and soft-spoken South African beauty turned translator Mebrak.

Of course, parts of the menu can be picked up on Mathilde’s blog, Green Dressing. My contribution to what Alka calls Mathilde’s “food porn” being, of course, saturday’s salad, since her new and awesome blog is mostly about salad. I’ll be the good friend that I am and give you my secret salad dressing ingredient. It’s soy sauce. Ha haaaa! That said, nearly everything I’ve been making for the last year has soy sauce and toasted sesame oil in it. And I made perfect quiches to go with the salad, with smoked salmon and fresh shitake mushrooms and spinach. Lots of wine, laughing, giggling, gossiping, brainstorming. And a midnight perfect crime with an Academy Award to Marion C. for beating the egg whites manually so I could make a poppy seed cake . Ha! I heard you test positive when you eat poppy seeds. Guess I won’t make the swim team.

I have 4 days to work on three different projects, nah, make that four, before packing suitcases for Clarisse and I and taking the train to Côte d’Azur bliss, on a hidden hill house, to keep working and writing, albeit by the pool, like a civilized human being I am. 

Mad Love,

MND

But I read this article in the Stranger last night, posted on Twitter by the freakishly gorgeous inspiring mad woman, free spirit and artist Amanda Palmer. I might add that Amanda’s peregrinations (is that even a word in English?) are fascinating to follow. And the very insightful article, by a guy called Paul, concludes that Twitter and its likes will never replace blogs. Which reminded me of mine, and of its ramping emptiness this last month. The article can be found here.

So I promised myself that, however late I may be today, this week, this month (on work, I mean), I’d be consistent in writing blog posts. Now, promises are made to be broken, I know that, but I do want to remember what my Spring and Summer 2009 were like, which is basically rather good, after months of, uh, freaking out and sorting through the dead-end Ludo and I found ourselves in, despite our efforts.

My trip to New York, and the time spent with friends, most of them being the stupendously sublime souls that they are, and most of them looking at me with the eyes of love and open-minded tolerance, was cathartic. And I’ve been going up-hill since.

I’m happy to say that mentally and physically, I feel great. My health issues are officially resolved as of last Friday, and there’s a big part of me that truly believes it’s because of psychonalysis and yoga and talking to water, not because of the terrible treatment they had me follow. Yeah, I talk to water now. I saw these videos by and on this Japanese guy called EMOTO that went straight to my brain and heart. And I’ve got post-its on water containers all over the house now, and I whisper sweet nothings to water as I’m about to drink it, and just that process itself makes life more fun. I’ve also been eating raw food, green food, superfoods, living food, and it shows. I’m in great health. I feel good (hear music stomp in right here).

I could go on about how, yeah, I expect money to start flowing in as easily,it’d be about timle, come on already, and how much energy I’ve put in this break-up to make it as great as the end of the relationship was not, and how I’m giving shelter to this young gorgeous couple who’ve ran/been sent away from home a couple of weeks ago, or how Clarisse made my life a living hell before turning into an angel, and mostly on how late I am on work, and having a hard time concentrating. But I’ll save that for later. Here’s the video on water, though. It’s changed my daily routine in the last 6 months or so, for the better.

Mad Love always,
MND