Brighton

We went to Brighton last Sunday and did some of my favourite things: the early morning station market, the monthly farmers’ market and stocking up at Infinity. It was a last-minute decision (one of those which so frequently turn out to be spot-on). The weather was gorgeous for the 2nd of November – it has been gray, cloudy and uninspiring both since and before. The bright colours of my resulting pictures inspired my juice choice the following Monday morning. It was simply an amalgamation of things sculling around: home grown beetroot, carrot and cucumber, hand-picked apple, and then a few organics from hotter climes, ginger, orange and lemon. Like last-minute travel decisions, it turned out so well that I’ve drunk the concoction every day since.
In regard to gorgeous decisions, I couldn’t let a post pass without reference to Obama. Rebecca Walker (as ever) has posted beautifully on the President Elect.

Buddhist Beads

A recent post by Rebecca Walker got me thinking. Two decades as a Buddhist. Me too (almost). Over the years there have been cushions, candles, incense and bells. They’ve served a purpose, but just recently it’s simply been about the beads, the floor and the breath. This summer has been particularly dreamy, but it’s time to let go and breathe into the incoming season. Autumn: I’m ready.