This morning, we had a private yoga class at the villa. Putu, the instructor, is a man of indeterminate age and extraordinary suppleness. I on the other hand am as stiff as a rusty sardine tin. He made us bend and stretch in all sorts of unnatural positions but you get the sense after a while that sitting behind a desk all day isn't what our bodies were meant to do. It was difficult - at least for me - but the birds were there in full force encouraging us with song. "Always make smile to your body" was Putu's opening instruction. I'll try to remember that.
"If this is the dream God has placed in your heart, who are you to doubt?"