Shopaholic & Sister

SHOPAHOLIC & SISTER
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OK. I CAN do this. No problem.

Its simply a matter of letting my higher self take over, achieving enlightenment, and becoming a radiant being of white light.

Easy-peasy.

Surreptitiously I adjust myself on my yoga mat so Im facing the sun directly, and push down the spaghetti straps of my top. I dont see why you cant
reach ultimate-bliss consciousness and get an even tan at the same time.

Im sitting on a hillside in the middle of Sri Lanka at the Blue Hills Resort and Spiritual Retreat, and the view is spectacular. Hills and tea plantations stretch ahead, then merge into a deep blue sky. I can see the bright colors of tea pickers in the fields, and if I swivel my head a little, I can glimpse a distant elephant padding slowly along between the bushes.

And when I turn my head still further, I can see Luke. My husband. Hes the one on the blue yoga mat, in the cutoff linen trousers and tatty old top, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

I know. Its just unbelievable. After ten months of honeymoon, Luke has turned into a totally different person from the man I married. The old corporate Luke has vanished. The suits have disappeared. Hes tanned and lean, his hair is long and sun-bleached, and hes still got a few of the little plaits he had put in on Bondi Beach. Round his wrist is a beaded bracelet he got in Tanzania, and in his ear is a tiny silver hoop.

Luke Brandon with an earring! Luke Brandon sitting cross-legged!

As though he can feel my gaze, he opens his eyes and smiles, and I beam back happily. Ten months married. And not a single row.

Well. You know. Only the odd little one.

＂Siddhasana,＂ says our yoga teacher, Chandra. Hes a tall, thin man in baggy white yoga trousers, and he always speaks in a soft, patient voice. ＂Clear your minds of all extraneous thought.＂

Around me Im aware of the eight or nine others in the group moving into position on their mats. Obediently I place my right foot on my left thigh.
OK. Clear my mind. Concentrate.

I dont want to boast, but I find clearing my mind pretty easy. I dont quite get why anyone would find it difficult! I mean, not thinking has to be a lot easier than thinking, doesnt it?

In fact, the truth is, Im a bit of a natural at yoga. Weve only been on this retreat for five days but already I can do the Lotus and everything! I was even thinking I might set up as a yoga teacher when we go back home.

Maybe I could set up a partnership with Trudie Styler, I think in sudden excitement. God, yes! And we could launch a range of yoga wear, too, all soft grays and whites, with a little logo-

＂Focus on your breathing,＂ Chandra is saying.

Oh, right. Yes. Breathing.

Breathe in . . . breathe out. Breathe in . . . breathe out. Breathe-

God, my nails look fab. I had them done at the spa-little pink butterflies on a white background. And the antennae are little diamonds. They are so sweet. Except one seems to have fallen off. I must get that fixed-

＂Becky.＂ Chandras voice makes me jump. Hes standing right there, gazing at me with this look he has. Kind of gentle and all-knowing, like he can see right inside your mind.

＂You do very well, Becky,＂ he says. ＂You have a beautiful spirit.＂

I feel a sparkle of delight all over. I, Rebecca Brandon, nee Bloomwood, have a beautiful spirit! I knew it!

＂You have an unworldly soul,＂ he adds in his soft voice, and I stare back, totally mesmerized.

＂Material possessions arent important to me,＂ I say breathlessly. ＂All that matters to me is yoga.＂

＂You have found your path.＂ Chandra smiles.

Theres an odd kind of snorting sound coming from Lukes direction, and I look round to see him looking over at us in amusement.

I knew Luke wasnt taking this seriously.

＂This is a private conversation between me and my guru, thank you very much,＂ I say crossly.

Although, actually, I shouldnt be surprised. We were warned about this on the first day of the yoga course. Apparently, when one partner finds higher spiritual enlightenment, the other partner can react with skepticism and even jealousy.

＂Soon you will be walking on the hot coals.＂ Chandra gestures with a smile to the nearby pit of smoldering ashy coals, and a nervous laugh goes round the group. This evening Chandra and some of his top yoga students are going to demonstrate walking on the coals for the rest of us. This is what were all supposed to be aiming for. Apparently, you attain a state of bliss so great, you cant actually feel the coals burning your feet. Youre totally pain free!