Cocoon

I am cocooned in one of my Christmas presents, immersed in another.  Early I know but I couldn't resist either of them.  

I have a new meditation blanket, the softest, warmest, lightest I have ever had the pleasure to use.  So perfect it's near impossible to emerge from its spell.

And the joy of the latest offering from my favourite teacher.  Together they are drifting me down into the deep dark beyond Blip, cameras, swimming pools.  I forgot to take a photograph two days in a row and the short days were gone, cancelled swimming two days in a row.  Surrender so much sweeter than resistance.

So if I don't surface again before the New Year you'll know where I am.  Xx.