Our peaceful trip to Maine is over. Four days with long-time friends couldn’t have been more satisfying. All that history; we know each other so well there’s nothing to prove, no one to impress. Except for family, I haven’t spent four days in the company of others for a long time. I wondered if I’d feel anxious without extended time alone or without carved out moments for silence. Not so. I had enough of both and the times driving around the coast, visiting the local sites and sitting around the dining room table were all relaxing.
On vacation I tend to sleep in, not leaving enough time for my solitary cups of coffee. I was up late this morning, with only a moment to breathe in the view and then we were on our way home. We left before we wore out our welcome.
Now for a week of silence, solitude and simplicity, which I see is dwarfing into a week of weaving—well, at least to some extent. I was inspired during our stop Halcyon Yarn in Bath—rows and rows of luscious spools of yarn--and where I bought The Tartan Weaver’s Guide. Not simple!
On vacation I tend to sleep in, not leaving enough time for my solitary cups of coffee. I was up late this morning, with only a moment to breathe in the view and then we were on our way home. We left before we wore out our welcome.
Now for a week of silence, solitude and simplicity, which I see is dwarfing into a week of weaving—well, at least to some extent. I was inspired during our stop Halcyon Yarn in Bath—rows and rows of luscious spools of yarn--and where I bought The Tartan Weaver’s Guide. Not simple!