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Category Archives: Feel good
Today I have had an infra-red sauna, followed by a 45 minute back, shoulder and arm massage. Blissful. I’ve written before (well, half a post, I accidentally deleted the other half and was too crook to re-write) about infra-red sauna. … Continue reading
The garden at night is surprisingly bright on a clear night. The streetlights cast an orange glow but the moon and stars illuminate the garden and the sky really is a midnight blue. Being awake in the night isn’t all … Continue reading
This evening the water in the pool was warm and the late rays of sunshine were slanting in, sparkling with invitation. I loved my swim tonight. Well, maybe ‘swim’ is overstating it, in the pool I float around, stretch out … Continue reading
I don’t have a lot to say, but I do have something to laugh at! Hilarious wet dogs!
Amongst all the kind advice I’ve been offered by people who have, or know people with, chronic fatigue syndrome was the advice to get some sunshine. Literal sunshine, although the metaphorical sunshine is also very valuable. A little research, including … Continue reading
In another life, I would like to be an acrobat or a trapeze artist. Even though I’m fully-grown, I love a trampoline. I visit friends and craftily offer to play with their children and under that guise I jump on … Continue reading