Waking up at my favorite retreat is such a joy. Sunshine, a cool breeze and birdsong welcome the day. I can sit by the water, sip coffee and listen to the morning. I can greet the day with yoga in the warming sun. I can take a brisk walk ‘round the purlieu, chance an encounter and friendly chat with another greeter of the day; or simply wander the grounds speaking only to the flowers and thanking the sun for lighting the day.
Here I can sit and sketch, get lost in a book or do a bit of writing. There is a space to paint! I can swim in the afternoon, knowing that the sun will warm me should the breeze still be cool. In the evening I can share the days adventures with Rick as we watch the reflection of lights dance across the water.
There is music every day. Such a joy, music, and those that are so filled with it that they must share it with the world. They sing from their hearts and entice instruments to sing out in joy. They may perform alone or bring a band. Myself, I sing in the shower, dance down the hallway and embrace the music that fills this place. There is music every day.
It is here that I may heal all hurts, dream all dreams and celebrate all joys. It is here that I may find solitude from the chaos in the world. It is here that I may, with an entourage of friends or family, create a joyful chaos of celebration. It is here that I am.
Awaking in my favorite retreat is such a joy.
Isabella