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.
This week, even though I’ve had a long ‘to do’ list and work projects to complete, I’ve managed to slip effortlessly into a state of creative flow. It’s been a blissful experience.
I guess I’ve not had to drive anywhere this week, as I made sure all my groceries and essentials were in house. Which meant I didn’t have to travel anywhere, avoiding being stuck in traffic en route to supermarkets.
The highlights of the week - I’ve managed to stay on foot for days, clocking many coastal path miles with the hounds. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed being sat working by the fire, cooking up a feast for one and journaling in bed with a cup of hot chocolate. I do believe this is what Katherine May would describe as ‘Wintering’ and I bloody love it!
My days have been filled with ‘hygge' vibes, sandy boots and salty hair. What more does a girl need? A calm state of mind as a mid-lifer is a major priority for me these days and I’ve had it in buckets loads all week. I think it’s got a lot to do with the fact Pembrokeshire has a certain kind of magic in the air, it whispers to you while you sleep. I know it sounds a bit ‘woo woo’, but I’ve felt like I’ve been spellbound.
Ah well, I best pack my bags, clean out the fire, dust off the sandy boots and get on the road. I’m going to try my best to take the 'slow living' vibes from my ‘happy place” back home. Hoping I’ll be able to uncover practical strategies to sustain that coveted state of creative flow. I hope your Friday is treating you well.
Until the next time
Take care & stay safe xx
This sounds like the perfect week 💜
Sounds like my dream week, Tanya! Looking forward to meeting you next Friday 🧡