This afternoon, after a delightful morning of doing bodyweather training in public, in a shallow pool in Bondi, in a training bra and undies, around the edges of a baby and parent swim class and serious lap swimmers, while the surf boomed and crashed on the rocks on the other side of the big pool, and bits of seaweed churned around us - there were 4 of us, in various stages of v’s wardrobe, and after we’d stretched and sweated out on the balcony in front of the iceberg’s gym, with nary a concern for how silly and patently ridiculous we might look, and an awesome lunch of spiffy cupcakes and brilliant tomato pasta (key highlights- olives, anchovies, coriander pesto, feta, a little lemony-green salad on the side) in a ‘30 apartment, the stairwell of which smelled just like aunty nancy’s house -and the kitchen design was almost exactly the same - after all of this, I lay down on a lounge and listened to the 5th lecture given by Thomas King in the Massey lecture series ‘the truth about stories’, 2003. And fell asleep a little bit, and drifted in and out of the stories.
I tried to make the link to the sample appear in this post, but i can’t quite work it out. So I strongly suggest you go here, and listen to the sample - which contains material from all the lectures Mr King gave, because they are excellent things to listen to, and it is a lovely thing, to sit quietly and listen to a story.
