Excerpt of The World Beneath by Cate Kennedy
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Here she was, an intelligent woman with a daughter almost
fifteen and she still felt — with that small, landslide jolt of shock
when she glimpsed herself in the mirror sometimes — that she
hadn’t yet quite gotten her own life started. As if she was still
waiting here in Ayresville, her foot patiently hovering on the
accelerator, for her chance to get going. She’d do it soon, though.
She’d enrol in something, once Soph had finished school, and
didn’t need her there every day. Something that would bring
all her short courses together, all her skills areas. Alternative
medicine, maybe. Or comparative philosophies.
For goodness sake, snapped the spectre of her mother
impatiently, as it clicked out of the house in its sensible shoes, stop
your moping around and get up and do something; it’s disgraceful.
Sandy turned Alison’s mug again, took another unsatisfying
sip. No, it would be get up off your fat behind and do something. Never
arse, or even backside. And Janet, her mother, never mentioned
Sandy’s weight unless it was in mean little parting asides like this
one, designed to both deny her the right of reply and to leave her
with the unpleasant lingering impression that the reason nobody
mentioned it otherwise was that they were all too polite to bring
it up.
Not that overweight, she thought defensively. Five or six kilos
at the most. All she had to do was cut out the wine and it would
melt off her.
What had possessed her, all those years ago, to drop out of
her Arts degree?
Rich, probably. He could talk her into anything, back then.
She’d find out how much of her old degree she could get credits
for, anyway, and start to focus on herself for a change. Become a
practitioner of some kind, or a consultant. Then, finally, all the
pieces, all the little things here and there she’d done — which her
mother insisted on calling dabbling, as if she was a bloody duck
or something — all of it would make sense as elements of the
wisdom she’d gathered on the journey. Diverse fragments of a
whole. Healing insights.
She brushed the pieces of wax into her hand and tipped them
into the bin, then drifted back to the couch and unfolded the local
paper. Still three-quarters of an hour to go before Sophie came
home.
An auspicious day Wednesday for Aquarians, her stars said. Watch
for a sign that will signal your way forward through a doorway you
weren’t expecting. Lucky number eight, lucky colour orange.
She considered what had come in the mailbox that morning.
Rich’s postcard and a brochure, from her belly-dancing mailing
list, inviting her to a week-long residential workshop to reclaim
her Inner Goddess.
Isn’t it time you allowed nature and tranquillity to nurture you
at Mandala Holistic Wellness Centre? the brochure had asked, and
she had thought, with a small grim smile, you bet your arse it is.
She scrutinised the photos with longing — women doing yoga
on a hillside in the sunset, women laughing around a table at a
candlelit dinner, looking scrubbed and pampered and serene. Yes,
please. Slap bang in the middle of the school holidays, needless
to say, the hardest time to try to get away. Was a mailbox like a
doorway? It would be the right omen, an invitation like that; a
sign for the path ahead. Belly dancing was tonight; she might just
ask around to see if anyone else was thinking of going.
Excerpted from The World Beneath
by Cate Kennedy. Copyright © 2011 by Cate Kennedy.
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