In December 2006 I spent days, weeks, and months recovering from heart surgery. Oddly, these were some of the most peaceful days, weeks, and most I can remember. They felt safe and calm, and I had nothing to worry about except getting better. Since then, I have not taken the same "time out" from my daily routine to fix what ails me whether it be a common cold, aches and pains, or the much needed mental health day from it all. That is until this a weekend in Maine with Hector and Kerry and Mia. You see, there is not a lot to do in Maine except recover. I suppose there are plenty of people who would beg to differ with me on this statement, but I consider myself a city girl through and through. I like the concrete. The coffee shop around the corner, and our weekly Friday night wine tastings with Daniel at Brix. But this is not really how things work in Maine when it is 22 degrees outside - and that does not even include the wind chill.
So Mia told me to consider it a recovery day on Saturday, and that is what I did... Most of included staying in my pajamas, the good kind from Garnet Hill, in front of the fire
From time to time, a glance out the window would show winter berries blowing in the wind.
or a peak through the trees at the water that had ice creeping up on the shore, as the sun set behind the winter sky
Recovery was needed - in fact, I think I needed to recover from myself and my day to day beliefs of what I "must" do. It had been so long since I allowed myself to just be, and it was so nicely rewarded.