Saturday 1 March 2008

life in the fast lane ...

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.

4 comments:

drowning pisces said...

Welcome Home...both of them! We've missed you!

Me. Here. Right now. said...

Hey, girl. Welcome home.

Mike S said...

So glad you're back. Spending time that way is a way of life for us now:)

Me. Here. Right now. said...

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.