And then.. an ANGEL called

It's my birthday today. I'm 27. That's old for some, young for others. I had some birthday blues this morning, thinking about that number. I've just got back from India having completed my yoga teacher training. I'm now back in London, staying in a friend's spare room and finding it pretty tricky to adapt back to Western life, where money seems to be at the core of everything (and I'm a little unemployed). So I've been looking at this number of 27,trying to work out what it means for me.

London, I love it. I really do. But right now everything feels so hard and rigid. Where are the toothy Indian smiles and the cows in the middle of the roads? Where is my moped that I can float about on and where are the coconut stands with an elephant to chat to? And where

are all my yoginis, whose hearts I met every morning as the sun opened the day? I've been in India making my dreams come true. Then I bounced back to London in bliss and motivated, thinking how lucky I am to be so young and so on track. But then London punched me with doom straight in my solar plex chakra and flooded me with doubt. And this morning on my birthday, I sit here thinking: 'I'm 27, I should be an Account Director at at some hot shot ad agency by now'.

And then... an ANGEL called. From Australia she radiated light around the globe straight

into my small spirit and made me shine. She rapped me a little birthday rap and my heart sang with absolute love and adoration. (Isn't it funny how your people know just when to call?!)

I'd spent the morning reiki'ing and yoga'ing but... meh. Nothing quite lifted me like the energy in her voice. Her YES lifted my NO to a good honest MAYBE and the rest, was up to me.

So now I'm about to jet out and have birthday hugs with my other people. And when this birthday is all polished off and put in the cupboard with the other trophies of birthday's past, I'm going to get back on this blog and share all my stories from a trip that outbeat perfect.

And then I'll be thinking: " Damn, check me out. 27 and FLYING!'