Prodigal Blogger Returns

Okay, So I've done it again. I started a blog, wrote for a while and then life became busy and I couldn't spare the time to reflect.
Yes, Amma came, we had a sublime trip/family reunion in Pambula....aaaahhhh...Pambula!
And then life as a full time student, part time yoga teacher, parttime student, mother of two, oh and a wife...hubby struggling (muffled calls...in vain) under the pile of unattended dirty washing, unwashed plate...or is he in the empty fridge, just to keep out of my way.
I have resurrected my obsessive, compulsive self, charging through the sleepless nights in front of assignments, and heady days whirling from teaching placements, to dance classes for the girls, to study, work, kid exchange rendesvous.
No time for knitting. Reading. Movies. Although I did sneak one in last Monday night. The Edge of Heaven, a Turkish/German collaboration. What an amazing journey of a film. I officially wish to retire to some seaside village on the Black Sea in Turkey.

Procrastinating

Chicken 1 fitting a dress she fashioned for Chicken 2 on Sunday, using found material, straps contructed with wool twisties (a skill learnt early in Steiner school) and sewn with thick blue wool. Chicken 2 is rapt!!Having the first official procrastination "study break" of my Graduate Diploma of Teaching and Learning. This course , being completely online, (yes I am now at uni, though it looks bizarrely similar to our messy study) feels totally unreal. However, there are lecturers in Darwin apparently guiding me through this process of becoming a teacher. Apparently one of these teachers, whose "lecture" I am attempting to read today, is very keen on using quotes from the Old Testament to exemplify the concept of "Student Assessment". Apparently, some biblical guys asked other biblical guys a rather unfair question, which resulted in the second bunch being unfairly slain. Eek. Lesson being, you've gotta get assessment right. Point taken.
I start picturing my new lecturer, a woman, standing at the front of a sleek air-conditioned lecture room in Darwin, perhaps wearing a light batik cotton frock. I picture her trotting off to a bible study class on the weekend, fervently jotting down all the great quotes she can transfer to her lectures on education that week.
Why not. I need a "study break".