We Are Our Choices
Do you ever long for a get away weekend, one of these “escape from it all” trips? The kind that allows you to pause for a few days, take inventory of your life, celebrate your gifts and put your worries to rest? And where would you go??
I took such an escape a week ago. Life was crashing all around and I just decided to take off! Fortunate for me, I have a very dear friend who lives in the most charming country home, lovingly furnished through the years with treasured finds, handmade furniture, curtains and needlework.
Through the years, I would joke with Martha that I was going to run away and spend a few days locked away in her home. It’s that comforting, like being in another place and time. A life that while required hard work, was also simple and seemingly uncomplicated.
I traveled light on this trip, leaving behind all unnecessary baggage including guilt, perfection, regrets, stuffy routines and people pleasing! I never realized how light and free I felt!!
Martha and I walked together each day, chatting about life and planning our next meal. Martha like to shop for our meals each day. I thought how much I enjoyed doing this and then how busy my days were to actually implement this routine.
On my first morning, I woke to hear Martha softly moving in the kitchen. Her graceful and gentle mannerisms mirror her years of training and performing ballet. While I was making the espresso, Martha was preparing one of her favorite country brunch entrees.
As informal, non-recipes go, I watched Martha dip her egg bread in beaten egg (was that cinnamon I spotted?) and fry up each slice puffy and golden. She then sandwiched two prepared french toasts with a slathering of soften cream cheese, preserves and sliced strawberries. The heat from the french toast was enough to gently warm the cheese and strawberries.
The weather was hot and humid as you can see from my photos, the heat seemed to make it difficult to take a decent picture, especially since I’m so not a knowledgeable photographer!
Inside, Martha’s dining room….notice the ballet barre, she teaches private ballet lessons in her home….
All good things must come to an end they say but the memories and good feelings I experienced were tucked into my suitcase and brought back home with me. There are some baggage that’s worth carrying with you!