“Home is where the heart is” is not a very good adage. Does it mean that you can’t leave home and still feel heartful?
I do know that my heart feels fuller when I’m here in our own little 4 acres on Mitchells Island. So, I was ecstatic to get home last night. Not the least to see my sweetheart.
The weather is inclement and probably will be for most of the week – rainy, chilly – but I don’t care.
I did two loads of laundry and a batch of handwash this morning. Such bliss. Cooking porrige and fruit for breakfast. Divine. A walk on the beach at Manning Point in a break in the weather, then coffe and scones at the Waterbird Cafe. How good was that?
La piece de resistance – a yoga practice in the Shed, all on my own – quiet (well, except for the wind), watching my breath, awakening my inner body. Home.
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” – Jane Austen