Ever since the garden had its makeover in July and August, I’ve been conscious about practising my Yoga. It wasn’t really possible before as there wasn’t anywhere that was conducive to emptying one’s mind and allowing the chi to be rebalanced. 

Ricky drinking from the water feature (before the garden was made over)But now there is the deck, which is wonderful when the sun is shining, and I can just stretch myself out on the sun lounger that Garfield used all last summer. Or there is the stone circle – I call it the circle of life because everything goes round in cycles. I’m very philosophical about things like that but I don’t discuss this with the other Mewsers as I think they wouldn’t understand me or where I was coming from.

Before coming here, in 1998, I spent a year incarcerated in a rabbit’s hutch. It was very small and cramped with nowhere to stretch out, or go to the toilet.  So as much as possible, I like spending time outside stretched out in the full sun on the stone circle and just lately I’ve been practising my Yoga.

When I was in the rabbit’s hutch, I couldn’t practise it because of the confines of the hutch, but in order to pass the time away I used to take myself in my mind to my happy place and imagine myself there. It helped me to get through what was to be a very traumatic experience.

Who would have thought that my happy place actually exists in real life! And it’s MY garden!!! Below are a couple of pictures that show me doing the basics of Yoga where I practise my breathing and simple stretching exercises. It’s amazing how energised I feel after a few minutes! You should try it – you don’t need a stone circle – you can do it anywhere where it’s quiet, preferably when the sun is shining on you because it makes you feel warm on the inside as well as on the outside.

Lots of love to you all

RICKY

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Ricky stretches out his left front paw and right back leg. 

Ricky stretches out his right front paw and left back leg. 

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A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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