A slow transition occurred in 2009- from manic weekends to simple Sundays to relaxed and reclaimed weekends. This one has been no different. While there was a shop, bills to be paid and a sympathetic ear to lend, there was more importantly time to reflect, pray, give thanks, walk, swim, laugh and explore. Haytor and Widecombe-in-the-Moor helped to revive the soul! The wild ponies and I became fast friends, their fur so soft and their nature so welcoming! The rest of the weekend has been spent visiting friends who’ve just purchased a 50 acre plot of land equipped with 300 year old stone cottage and this evening will include a small dinner party.
As I walked through the fields, ponies following me, puppy at my feet. As I sat by the wood burning stove knitting. As I presented a simple homemade meal cooked in the Aga, I could feel the quiet whisper giving me a glimpse into what my future holds. The whisper may be faint but it calls me, reassures me and satisfies me. It is, calling me home.
I hope your weekend was joyous, simple and reclaimed.