Shopaholic
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Okay, I can do this. No problem. It's simply a matter of letting my higher self take over achieving enlightenment on becoming a radiant being of white light, Easy peasy surreptitiously, I adjust myself on my yoga mat so I'm facing the sun directly on pushed down the spaghetti straps of my top. I don't see why you can't reach ultimate bliss consciousness and get an even tan at the same time. I'm sitting on a hillside in the middle of Sri Lanka at the Blue Hills Resort and spiritually retreat, and the view is spectacular. Pills and tea plantations stretch ahead, then merge into a deep blue sky. I can see the bright colors of tea pickers in the field, and if I swivel my head a little, I conglomerates a distant elephant padding slowly along between the bushes. And when I turned my head still further, I can see Luke, my husband. He's the one on the blue yoga mat in the cut off linen trousers and tatty old top, sitting cross legged with his eyes closed. I know it's just unbelievable. After 10 months of honeymoon, Luke has turned into a totally different person from the man I have married the old corporate. Luke has vanished. The suits have disappeared. Just hand and lean. His hair is long and sun bleached, and he still got a few of the little place he had put in it on Bondi Beach. Around his wrist is a beaded bracelet he got in Tanzania, and in his ear is a tiny silver hoop. Luke Brandon with an earing, Luke Brandon sitting cross legged as though he can feel my gaze. He opens his eyes and smiles, and I beam back happily, 10 months married and not a single row. Well, you know Onley, the odd little one, Sidey Sina says. Our yoga teacher, Shandra. He's 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. I'm aware of the eight or nine others in the group moving into position on their maps. Obediently, I place my right foot on my left thigh. Okay, clear my mind. Concentrate. I don't want to boast, but I find clearing my mind pretty easy. I don't quite get why anyone would find difficult. I mean, not thinking has to be a lot easier than thinking, doesn't it?