“When someone tells me to ‘just relax,’ I wonder why they don’t hand me a book?”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Over the past month or so, I’ve had the gift of time.
Not only that, I had time to do whatever I wanted.
What I wanted to do–what I always want to do, given the choice–is read.
That’s exactly what I did.
I read or listened to the audio version of: Becoming, Where the Crawdads Sing, Nine Perfect Strangers, Ordinary Grace, and several of C.J. Box’s stories featuring Game Warden, Joe Pickett. If you haven’t read any of these great books, grab one soon.
I was in my personal heaven.
The added bonus–I was in my own very special place. In all the years I’ve been in this spot, it always resets my mind, heart, and soul.
I arrived in my valley needy and possessive of my time.
I knew this trip would drag up some grief. My little family had totally changed since we were there last. I knew I would need to secure some alone time in order to acknowledge those losses.
I was able to do that.
I visited the cows for Duffy and I walked our walks for Ruby.
The best part is I felt both of those special souls beside me every single day I was there.
I didn’t recognize the power of the gift I was given until I’d been home for a few days.
I am grateful I had this time in my special valley.
My thanks to all who helped guide me along the way.
“The fact is, inner peace isn’t something that comes when you finally paint the whole house a nice shade of cream and start drinking herbal tea. Inner peace is something that is shaped by the wisdom that ‘this too shall pass’ and is fired in the kiln of self-knowledge…”