After a week away, I am now in that stage of re-entry to family life where all three children are happiest when in direct physical contact with my body, occupying the majority of my attention, or both. It can get a bit wearing and at the same time it is like swimming in love.

Woke up feeling great. Level 2 Chi Kung, body and mind method. Packing. Met Wendy, Janine and Maria Noone at reception. No Robyn. Wait. Wait. Wait. Feeling decidedly less great.  Desire for coffee/breakfast > urge to conform to social niceties: mass decamp to cafe! Nice breakfast and good conversation. Bit concerned about ability to find Robyn since have only the vaguest idea where she is staying, don’t have her mobile number, can’t remember her last name … Quick visit to ATM to ensure I have enough Euros to pay for whole cab fare rather than half. Card doesn’t work. Try another card. Works. Phew! Back to hotel. Taxi driver arrives early and says that the road is going to be closed for an hour to allow some kind of military troop movement to take place and we need to get through before it closes. Explain that we are meant to be collecting someone else, who might be staying somewhere called Hotel Mekos or Nekos. He says there is a Hotel Neos. Let’s try that. Robyn found. Phew! Airport. Bag drop. Security. No, can’t go through security until there is a gate number. No gate. No gate. No gate. Gelato. No gate. No gate. Nice conversation with Nick Curnow. Gate 11! Security for gates 1 to 7: no queue. Security for gates 8 to 12: long queue. Stationary. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. “Would the last passenger for flight 5462 to London Gatwick please report to gate 11 immediately.” Crap. Escorted to front of queue, through security, to plane. Phew! Take off. Turbulence. Thunderstorm over Gatwick. Holding pattern. Landing. Passport control. Baggage claim. Nothing to declare (except my genius – channelling Oscar Wilde!). No train for half an hour. Cafe Nero. Latte please. Espresso machine broken 🙁 . Train. London Bridge – drag suitcase off train, straight into 3 inch deep puddle. Train. Blackheath. Drag mysteriously heavy suitcase up hill. Home. Hug. Hug. Hug. Special happy-anniversary-for-yesterday hug. Sherlock going crazy. Unpacking. Snuggling on sofa. Children’s bed time. A chapter of The Little White Horse. Four posts to my bed …

Last day of Integration and 27th anniversary of Nick and I getting together. Kept my eyes open and had no problem keeping upright during level 2 Chi Kung. Attempted to shop for presents for Nick and the kids but discovered that pretty much everything is closed until 11 or so. Interesting discussion of telomerase and the various ways in which one might generate it. Lift Chi Up, Pour Chi Down. Very interesting Shamanic journey to the higher realm. I felt very honoured when it turned out that I had appeared as a guide in someone else’s Shamanic journey – I had been under the impression that one needed to be dead already to take that role! Then the highlight of the course when Richard demonstrated Connie Rae Andreas’ new Wholeness Process. Very special. Looking forward to going home to Nick and the children tomorrow but sad to leave beautiful Matala and even my bare little room. Looking forward to experiencing the course again next year as an assistant.

Woke early and went down to the beach for a paddle and to have a look for the physical version of the stone from yesterday’s Shamanic Journeying. Didn’t find it but I think I now know where I need to go to get it. Feeling very happy and energised. Back in time for Chi Kung. Couldn’t understand why I was repeatedly falling over during the stand-on-one-foot bit, since I did it perfectly easily yesterday – then I realised that today was the first time I have tried it with my eyes closed. Back in my room, I ran through that bit of the process with my eyes open, just to reassure myself, and had no problems staying upright. Clearly I balance largely with my eyes! Next up was Initiation, where Richard passes on chi from Master Mantak Chia. The process itself was nothing much – took about 6 minutes and was mildly disconcerting. In terms of result, I’m not sure what I was expecting – something between neutral and a mild positive buzz I guess. I was definitely not expecting the overwhelming, profound, formless sadness which arose immediately after the process and remained for most of the day. Iron state control is useful – but of course can’t be maintained during processes like The Inner Smile.

New strenuous Chi Kung process (agony for the feet but I’m sure it’s worth it – and at least I didn’t fall over) followed by a trip to see the ruins at Phaistos – 37 degrees and no shade but a beautiful and interesting place. Back just in time for class to start at 11. For the first 20 minutes or so, I was just so hot I couldn’t think but got better after I sat in the path of the fan for a bit. Julia Kurusheva taught Shamanic Journeying. Very interesting experience, though I was a bit disappointed that my animals didn’t talk. Other people reported having had entire conversations with their animals and some even hugged them, but my fantail just flew and the bear looked stern and pointed at a stone for me to pick up. At lunchtime I went back to my room, set my alarm and thought I’d have a quick nap. I woke up late for class having slept through 15 minutes of loud doorbell noises (the alarm on my phone) and probably some vigorous knocking from the housekeeping staff, if the pile of towels and cleaning equipment outside the door is anything to go by. Intended to swim after class but, you guessed it, ended up having a nap instead! Nice Greek salad and cod with garlic sauce for dinner. Lovely after dinner walk and conversation with Janine, a fellow student.

Woke around 4 a.m. but managed to get back to sleep eventually and didn’t finally drag myself out of bed until 0750 – leaving just enough time to brush my teeth and pull clothes on before level 2 Chi Kung at 8 a.m. Much more comfortable today – in spite of me unexpectedly falling into a rosemary bush at one point. Embarrassingly, this didn’t happen during one of the bits where one has to stand on one foot. Both feet were firmly planted on solid ground but for some reason that wasn’t enough to stop me slowly keeling over. Only real agony today was in the arches of my feet which cramped pretty much throughout the half hour practice. A nice swim before class started again at 11 a.m. Laughter yoga was fun and felt like a workout and Richard told the first part of Mantak Chia’s “my master teach me” story – always one of my favourites. Two very trippy processes (ascending states and the unanswerable question) proved a refresher on breathing in time with another person and the subtle art of supporting a less experienced practitioner from the client chair.

Woke up at 05:20 and thought ‘woohoo – I’ll photograph the sunrise’, but it was still completely dark. Spent three quarters of an hour trying to get back to sleep before giving up and deciding on an early swim. The water was really warm and the beach was beautiful but the waves were much bigger / stronger than I was expecting (apparently it is usually completely calm) so I took an ultra-cautious approach, not least because the only other person on the beach was a young woman in a startlingly short frock and no discernible underwear, beached face-down on the sand, possibly in a raki-induced coma. I was wondering whether I needed to try to move her into the recovery position when, to my great relief, she stirred, stumbled to her feet and staggered off down the beach. And then there was just me.

I spent about an hour pottering about in the shallows then went back to the hotel and got ready for morning Chi Kung. The strenuous new exercise was pretty challenging. Afterwards I returned to my room intending to do something useful but instead did a process and immediately fell asleep, waking up just in time for a quick breakfast of bread and honey before the course proper started at 11. Did the new exercise again in the afternoon – more comfortable second time around but knees still making an alarming noise reminiscent of a TARDIS trying to dematerialise. By the end of the day’s activities, I had the definite feeling that there was a small tingling charge at the tips of my fingers, which caused interesting sensations if I ran my fingertips over the skin of my arm for example.

Lift Chi Up. Integration (in Crete). Task.

Arrived in Matala about 1a.m. and was ushered straight to my room by the taxi driver. Accommodation clean but very basic (no phone, no chair, very strange bed). Was initially pessimistic about chances of sleep on very hard bed but fortunately the 6 Step Reframe did the trick and I slept quite well. Very weird feeling to wake up in a new place with no feeling for where I was, having arrived in the dark, but Matala is beautiful and has a nice laid back vibe. Very good experience of Robert Dilt’s neurological levels. Some interesting students on the course, (mostly women – which is always good :-), especially a woman who teaches mediation to secondary school kids in NZ. There’s a guy from Adelaide – and trying to stop ‘one more boring Thursday night in Adelaide’ from running through my head has been like Karen Blixen trying not to think of the camel’s left knee.

Lift Chi Up. Dentist. Hairdresser. Errands. The Events at the Young Vic Theatre, task.

Another fabulous sunny, hot, hot, hot day – never let it be said that the weather gods didn’t sort out fab weather for my career break! The Events was very clever, moving, gritty, sad. I could have wished for slightly better singing from the choir, but Nick felt that they were just authentically amateurish.