The house is quiet this afternoon.  After a few days away, it is nice to come home to the quiet of my own home.  Getting away for a few days was a necessary reset, but being back and settling into the everyday rhythm is good too.

I’m choosing a slow settle into familiar routines.  The whites are washing in the laundry, reminding me that home is a good, safe place to be.  The unpacking was done earlier as I got my morning started.  I think for today the unpacking and washing of whites is enough.

I’ll just linger a little longer in the getting away from it all mode and enjoy a rare afternoon of quiet solitude to unwind the treasures of being in another place and time.

Then, quietly, I’ll inhabit my sense of place.

 

 

(all images property of Stoneleaf & Co. taken by T.L.Hardymon. Please do not use without permission.)

You may have noticed my absence the past six weeks or so.  I meant to tell you ahead of time that I was taking a break for a while.  I just wasn’t quite able to put into words all the reasons why I needed time away and then one day led to another and I’d been away long enough that I figured you had figured out that I was on break.  I guess I just needed a respite from anything that wasn’t totally necessary for survival.  At the end of the day what we actually need for living is a very small requirement.

I’m not really sure that my impromptu hiatus is over, but since I was away for a few days and took lots of pictures, I thought over the next few days or weeks, I might want to unfold the story of my journey and see what tales come forth.

Slowing in Grace,

Teresa