Goodbye House On the Beach
It's time to take my memories home
Leaving a place where I feel a profound sense of peace, happiness and creative inspiration can be an incredibly challenging transition. It’s obvious I do not want to leave the 'house on the beach’ this afternoon. I could quite easily call this house my home. I love running away to this secret cove, miles away away from the maddening crowds, with just my ridgebacks and the rolling waves as a constant companion. Am I old before my time I wonder? No, I don’t think I am. I enjoy being a 49’er and the fact I crave a quiet life by the ocean.
Often, this special sanctuary where contentment flows effortlessly, has become my personal haven for fostering an environment for creative endeavours. But what happens when I depart from this haven and return to the hustle and bustle of my everyday life? On the drive home, which takes just over 2 hours, I’ll be pondering over how I should harness the tranquility and creative flow from my ‘house on the beach’ and infuse into my regular surroundings.…