I had a series of dreams in which Custard took the form of other yellow objects, but still being Custard. It took me a while to get what was going on.
First dream (sunlight across the floor) about a day later I thought ‘was that Custard?’ Later (pile of yellow leaves) I woke and instantly thought, ‘That was Custard!’ Finally in a dream I peer round the corner to see bright yellow carpet and, still dreaming, exclaim ‘it’s you!’
And ‘it’s you!’ was my first thought as a shaft of sunlight diagonalled the lawn early Sunday morning while I’m hanging washing. So obviously I stopped and did some yoga there. Then I went to class. And I really enjoyed class, for the first time in months. Custard asserts that this is because I followed his one self practice to one class ratio for on mat happiness. Maybe he has a point.