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I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed a break. I just couldn’t solve one more problem, listen to one more argument between my sons, or do one more load of laundry. I got a chance to go away for a few days, by myself, and I was packed and in the car in 40 minutes. Not rushing exactly, but there was a hustle in my step. This was no time to dawdle.

Getting away allowed me to hear my inner voice, listen to silence, (which of course is never really silent, but you get my drift), and chill out. I just sat, with no guilt, no plan, no direction and I felt myself exhale as the breeze washed over my face.

I got a chance to sit on the beach, ride a bike, read 3 books cover to cover, eat, laugh, walk, write, take pictures, see a movie, talk with friends, watch the water, swim, and rest. It was wonderful and just what I needed to get myself back on the creative track.

 

boating...

boating…

lavender whisps...

lavender whisps…

reading room...

reading room…