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Yesterday was a good day, exercisewise. I was feeling all smug as I did two gym classes by Tarja Runsten, who, I have to say, is simply the best fitness instructor in all of Finland. She works her group until we've all lost the concept of time and place, who we are and where we are coming from. AND most importantly, she makes workouts fun - be it dance, body sculpting, yoga... I have a sure-fire fitness regime. If I can do one of Tarja's classes per day without feeling like I'm gonna die, I am fit. If I survive two classes in a row, I'm superwoman. I've never owned a scale and I don't count calories. I simply drag my booty to Tarja's classes often enough. And afterwards, the feeling is like so: Today I did an easy class of hot yoga. But instead of the workout euphoria expected, I actually started feeling very similar to the day when I fainted at the theatre. The teacher's instructions turned into blurry background noise, I didn't dare to get up as the floor and walls were moving. I couldn't breathe. Then I realised. And felt, if possible, even more stupid. I'd just forgotten to eat. Again. I'd had a rye cracker in the morning and nothing else all day. No wonder I was feeling like a half-drowned kitten who couldn't scoop herself up from the gym floor. Fine, Universe. You win. I'll learn my lesson. My body is trying to tell me something and maybe it's time I listened. I'll start taking it more gently. I'll try to sleep enough (even if I open a good book in the evening). I'll remember to eat. I already eat stuff that's good for me but I'll start doing it regularly. I'll get some fresh air every day. Especially when there's no time for it. I'll hug, kiss and laugh. Every day. After all, there's more to a woman than the shell... Gotta be kind to the soul as well ♥. ~*♥*~

Coldplay live at Glastonbury

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Yesterday,  we had one of those win-win situations at home. I promised my youngest son to kiss him as many times as the number till which he could count in French (he's half French). This apparently motivated my baby quite a bit, as he exceeded his previous record (30) and went on to 99! [caption id="attachment_9157" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Don't you just wanna kiss him all over too!!![/caption]

 And again, there was an old attic flat in Kruununhaka, filled by a whole lotta kisses.

And a whole lotta giggles :) .

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This is what I call Everyday Poesie.

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...strange yet true association I have with this song I stumbled upon:

When I was 6, and we lived in Zambia, we toured quite a bit of Eastern Africa. By car, with no air conditioning. I sure got to understand, at grassroot level, what a very large continent Africa is. Bumpy dirt track roads, neverending distances, relentless heat and 14-hour daily trips with no stops meant that some amusement had to be created for the 3- and 6-year old girls in the car. Luckily (as we didn't have a cassette player in the car) my dad was a great singer. Karhunpoika sairastaa, Mikki Hiiri merihädässä, Rosvo-Roope, Pieni tytön tylleröinen, Ihme ja Kumma... With his spirited renditions of his own childhood classics he somehow managed to keep us entertained for hours on end. I still know the full production of Georg Malmstén by heart. This chorus, that my dad sang to me sooooo often as a lullaby, has followed me all my life. Strangely, especially at times of sorrow, I return to it and find some comfort. Sorry dear foreign readers, I wouldn't dream of translating these lyrics as I could never capture the childhood innocence implied with mere words. "Maailmassa monta On ihmeellistä asiaa, Se hämmästyttää, kummastuttaa Pientä kulkijaa" The song embedded, Hopeinen kuu / Silver Moon by Olavi Virta was my father's own all-time favorite. We used to have horrible taste with my sister, as we'd loudly protest in favor of children's rallies whenever he belted out this tango... Now that I heard it again, after decades, it brought an incredible storm of nostalgia to my heart. Ei tulla koskaan, voi tällaista iltaa... Oih. ~*♥*~