Once again this year, I've given myself a winter retreat,
in the wild open spaces of the west coast, where clouds roll in from the sea, and the rocky lion roars through the night.
It's warm and cosy in here, as we dine on delicious food in front of the fire,
and sometimes catch a fine spell in which to walk the black sand along the edge of the surf,
knowing I don't have to shop, or cook or attend to anything. Delicious food will appear at the right time,
plucked from the garden and full of brightness.
The days roll by and the surf rolls out, and on the last morning as I stride along the beach
I am given a gift.
The inner spiral of myself is unfurling. I have returned to simplicity.
Retreat. It's a re-treating of myself, and at the end of winter when it's easy to feel jaded, is the best of gifts. [Here's the link for this beautiful place]
When did you last treat yourself? What gifts has nature given you lately?