Friday, August 17, 2012
To do so I first had to break away from some constricting thinking, such as:
'You only go out to the bach if you can stay overnight', or
'Black clouds are gathering. It will be wet.'
'What about x, y, and z on your desk. What about revising chapter 9?'
But I didn't care. The coast was calling. As soon as I turned on to the north western motorway and saw the distant curves of the Waitakere Ranges, my heart lifted.
Breakaway days - they are the best. I felt like a truant. I have returned to the city refreshed, after breathing in the wilds, the spring, and the sound of the surf. I had to sit down and tell you about this as soon as I arrived home. And now I am going to drink my cup of kawakawa tea, infused from the leaves I gathered today.
Do you need to break away - from routines, confinement, old patterns, jaded places? Then go for it! You will be glad.