Five days of time not spent working at the office. It was bliss.
One day I focused on cleaning up my creative space. I want to spend more time in there when it’s neat and tidy.
Another day I went for a long walk on the beach. I walked along the water’s edge and looked for shells. I let the water roll over my feet and I listened to the sound of the waves hitting the shore. Pure bliss.
Saturday I attended a writer’s workshop at the art museum. Using Natalie Goldberg’s exercises, we meditated, and wrote for ten minute sessions. We walked in the galleries, we strolled through the magnificent gardens and I wrote more than I have in months. Pure bliss.
I read a couple of books without having to stop because of pesky intrusions. I took naps, I went for long walks.
I sat on the porch and enjoyed the cool breeze. I sat in the sun for brief periods of time.
I got up early and listened to the birds as I sipped my coffee.
I slept in and was glad I had no where to be.
I ate healthy things. I ate when I was hungry. Bliss.
I took care of business. The business of taking care of me.