On Monday Anthony and I went up to Petaluma for an appointment I had with my beloved reiki practitioner.
While waiting for my session to begin, I noticed that Pam was hosting a 14-hour one-day silent retreat with lots of yoga, meditation, good food and a solid hike.
As a birthday present to myself, I signed up. On a glorious second thought, I realized there is a dear friend with whom I've long wanted to share this type of experience and so I sent a text! Before you know it, this one day jaunt has become a weekend away in the North Bay, magic in the making!!
Going on a silent retreat is one of those things I've always wanted to do, but they're frequently too expensive, too far away and a big time commitment - someday, that would be perfect;
for a woman with a vibrant, multi-faceted business that's a lot to bite off.
One day sounds just right and if I find myself thirsty for more, I'll know with even more conviction that I need to do another, longer retreat before the babe comes.
Back here at the bungalow, the apple tree that was pillaged by the brindle squirrels in our backyard had one piece of fruit left, too precariously far out for the little buggers to get to it:
I've watched it for months, becoming bigger and bigger, more and more speckled with
ruby, until finally I asked Anthony to go pluck it for me.
I intend to slice it this evening and pair it with a sharp cheddar cheese and finish it off with some tea; today it is cold and raining off and on, perfect for sitting with legs tucked in and
a journal out.
Lastly, I am going to pack up this wise little book
(it's so seventies that the stories of childbirth refer to difficult moments as "heavy". I was born at the wrong time!)
for a ride on the Amtrak rails up to the Sierras and the arms of my in-loves.
Anthony and I will be back on the weekend and should anything find its way out of
it will be shipped on Tuesday
Have a great couple of days: I hope early autumn is
treating you well!