Home
My Getaway cabin - Gary - was a familiar one. I’d been given that particular cabin at least 2 or 3 times before. I’m not really sure. It doesn’t matter. My immediate response every time I arrive is to get naked & climb into the big bed, wrap myself up in the cool blankets & let the sky lull me to sleep for a bit. I share that not because it’s “sexy”; it’s certainly not sexually motivated. It’s a peeling away of the things I brought in with me: the titles, the expectations, the stresses, worries & limitations, even, that I just left behind. My clothes lay crumbled on the floor, draped over one another as a reminder, post nap, of how easily I fall into the rhythm of my own spirit, how much I love that for me, & even when I put them back on, I am lighter.
The night was easy. After several hours of nakedness & nothingness, I crawled out of bed only to crawl back in with a 16oz tub of Halo Top ice cream. I let my shrimp & asparagus dinner, cooking slowly on the stove top, simmer & soften, much like myself. Easy.
The morning, however - that dawning I speak of so often -; while the night eased me gently out of my bones, the morning rattled them each, shaking off with her beauty the leftover cares & cobwebs still loosely hanging on. Her orange skirt blazed over the sky, allowing the eye of curious spirits to stare beneath her flowy garments as she rose.
I walked alongside her as she danced. A passer-by. Nothing more. A witness. Nothing less.
I also found this beautiful area in Wimberley - Wimberley Square - that I didn’t even know existed. It immediately captured my heart with its looming trees, quaint antique stores & eclectic vibe.
I stood in the center of this grand tree that overlooked a small river where a family fished close by.
I felt like I’d found a secret even though it seemed like plenty of people knew about it. Maybe the secret was how it all made me feel. Like I had found home again. But I’d never been here before.
It doesn’t matter.
Truth be told, I once told a man that he was my home & I think the wisdom I found so delicious in that moment was that home….was in me. It was under this tree. It was naked under the covers. It was on the hill overlooking a sunrise. It was in the coffee I was cradling. Home.
It came together, didn’t it?
I let the weekend take me away & it pirouetted with the melodies my heart had been humming.
Sometimes I miss certain things, it’s true. But I missed myself the most.
I’m home.
