Saturday, March 31

To Rest

How Beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.
-Spanish Proverb

The gales of March have arrived so fiercely that I've lost my bearings.  Like a tiny dried up leaf on the swirling edge of a raging hurricane, I can no longer tell which way is up; which way is down.  West.  East.

So I'm taking a few days to sit quietly on a hill.  To let the sun slowly soak its way through my cold and weary body, until the winds calm and I'm warm once again.

To ground myself on a solid piece of rose coloured granite, and find my centre in the cradle valley between two snow covered peaks.  To reconnect.  To rest.

My children's giggles cut through the white noise in my mind. They are throwing food to a myriad of rainbow trout in a once still, pristine pool below. 

This is where I find my peace.

I'll be back in just a few days with more food, recipes, and photos.  Until then . . .


  1. Absolutely beautiful!! I felt such a calm wash over me just looking at those pictures. And I love your writing! I needed a moment of peace after today. One of those crazy days. :-)

    Be Well,

    1. Thanks, Amber! I'm so glad that you were able to find some calm in this post. I hope you have a more peaceful day tomorrow.