I must say, compared to Asia, Europe and the UK are somewhat uninspiring, to say the least. It's taken two weeks, since my last haircut, for me to sit down at my laptop and write. There's a scene in the movie The Clothes in the Wardrobe (title bedumbed to The Summer House for the US market) in which Lily, the central characters aunt/guru gives the secret of her spiritual practice: "I like to go to the hairdresser's after confession. It makes me feel complete - body and soul."
I am lucky in having found my hairdresser and confessor in the same man - my friend Hamish Barton (aka Le Bartonne). An hour of his conversation and scissor-work leaves me feeling reborn, mentally, physically and emotionally. I stumbled into his salon two weeks ago with a hangover headache so bad that I was scared even to let him touch my head. So we talked about the fact that, since returning to Glasgow for a round of greetings, goodbyes, gift-exchanging etc., I've fallen back into old habits with extraordinary gusto.
So that's why nobody's heard from me in weeks. My meditation practice has gone completely out of the window, as has the yoga. I've re-discovered red wine, blue cheese, soft white bread, and sleeping late every morning.
Hamish's take on this is that, environments with stress-levels such as those encountered in the moist metropolis of Glasgow, offer opportunities to strengthen the spirit, and so reminded me of the most important thing I learned when away.
But that's the main problem; too many strong spirits in this town..
I am lucky in having found my hairdresser and confessor in the same man - my friend Hamish Barton (aka Le Bartonne). An hour of his conversation and scissor-work leaves me feeling reborn, mentally, physically and emotionally. I stumbled into his salon two weeks ago with a hangover headache so bad that I was scared even to let him touch my head. So we talked about the fact that, since returning to Glasgow for a round of greetings, goodbyes, gift-exchanging etc., I've fallen back into old habits with extraordinary gusto.
So that's why nobody's heard from me in weeks. My meditation practice has gone completely out of the window, as has the yoga. I've re-discovered red wine, blue cheese, soft white bread, and sleeping late every morning.
Hamish's take on this is that, environments with stress-levels such as those encountered in the moist metropolis of Glasgow, offer opportunities to strengthen the spirit, and so reminded me of the most important thing I learned when away.
But that's the main problem; too many strong spirits in this town..
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