For the next 38 hours, I'm in seclusion, on a personal retreat in my home.
Yesterday afternoon I hit a wall of exhaustion, but somehow managed to honor my commitments last night and today. I promised myself that after my workerbees left today, I would see no one and go nowhere until Saturday morning.
I've needed soothing, healing, quiet, gentle, sacred solitude for a long, long time.
No dogs, no humans. Just me -- tucked away with a fresh stack of library books, a clean bathtub, food, sunshine and a garden in full bloom. Bliss.
(Photo by Martyn Starkey.)