I took a long walk today, going on and on, up and down, staying on the clear back roads instead of the icy walkways. I started out with the personal Arctic dress that I used to wear when walking the beaches near the cottage. The attire and cold temperatures brought on a longing for those cottage days when my daily wanderings without time restrictions were so much a part of my routine.
Friends who don’t read this blog ask me if I’m still going to the cottage. As I wrote in my book, “Very Grateful: The Story of My Hundred Year Old Mother and Me,” part of moving on after Mom died was moving on from the cottage.
“My cottage-by-the-sea days, which I enjoyed for five winters, are over. What I learned during that time about silence, solitude and simplicity I now carry with me wherever I go.”
What I wrote is still true, but some days, like today, I miss walking the beach and watching the sunrise.
Friends who don’t read this blog ask me if I’m still going to the cottage. As I wrote in my book, “Very Grateful: The Story of My Hundred Year Old Mother and Me,” part of moving on after Mom died was moving on from the cottage.
“My cottage-by-the-sea days, which I enjoyed for five winters, are over. What I learned during that time about silence, solitude and simplicity I now carry with me wherever I go.”
What I wrote is still true, but some days, like today, I miss walking the beach and watching the sunrise.