A walk to La Raffinerie today, not so early, but wandering through the streets before noon at least. Yoga, then.
The last couple of months I’ve been doing mostly Pilates and cycling for training, so my memory of yoga is mostly absent in my body. And for whatever Pilates is good for (a lot), combined with cycling it leaves me feeling decidedly inflexible and closed up. So a couple of days yoga has reminded me how much I love the mundane exercises. I even fell asleep in shavasana and woke up with no idea where I was; even once I’d established I was in a studio with people who looked like they’d done yoga …
The coffee from the fridge-sized monstrosity demonstrates everything joyless and miserable that results from automated mass production of something that should be cared for. It makes “sound of coffee grinding”, but for all I know it could be just that; it’s cheaper to play a recorded sound and use some mechanics to vibrate and judder the box — a culinary artifice.
As is my habit in Brussels, baguette, butter, jambon, cheese and so on are consumed daily. Today was also the market at Sint-Gillis Voorplein, and oh exquisite pleasure, the Piadina Wagon. One of these delights is a meal, and a glass of chilled chanti in the evening after the walk back (stopping at the cheese and meat wagon of course) with one stuffed delicately with more jambon, cheese and rucola … infinite taste debauchery.
In between, we made an afternoon of shibari. Continuing from yesterday with some basic binding and suspension, this is something of a process to make a technique of the unshibari messy tying, which perhaps to say explains the various individual elements common to all figures and the demonstrates how the can be put together in multiple ways; or to say it’s the difference between the method for teaching a new figure and the elucidating phase space of all possible figures.
Some photos instead.
