one month and seventeen days...
of disconnection ...
some wee critters live and die in a far shorter time span.
i survived and bt have even offered to pay me compensation for the inconvenience!
how did i spend my one month and seventeen days of enforced retreat...
was my mind awash with great thoughts?
have i produced a worthy poem?
do i have a stock of blogs, written and stored, ready for the dry days?
nope...
none of the above.
i walked and talked and breathed the sea air. i met the village and the village met me. i memorized some names and forgot others. i rediscovered the joy of being greeted with a smile by people who know my name. inundated with invitations to attend...tuesday club and friday pop-in, ladies agricultural society and the luncheon club.
do i play whist...uh no...
would i like to join a quilting circle...
c'mon ladies! do i look like the quilting type!
you could learn...
i think not...quilting is just one step too far.
i moved into my beautiful home in my beautiful village.
i found home.
i found peace.
i am once more whole.
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4 comments:
Welcome Home...both of them! We've missed you!
Hey, girl. Welcome home.
So glad you're back. Spending time that way is a way of life for us now:)
Ya' know, I was also thinking that in order to have things about which to write, you actually have to go out and live - sounds like you did just that.
I'm picturing stories with a James Herriott or maybe a little Ballykissangel flavor - yes? No? Ah, just an idea.
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