Watching the sun rise over tree tops and leaves gently rustling in the slight breeze - I am ecstatic to be up here in St-Sauveur at my retreat house/chalet, playing house, placing dishes in cupboards, folding sheets and making beds. It feels like this is 'my own' house, somehow, just for me. Perhaps because I have come up here alone, to honour my work.
It has been decorated simply, white curtains, pine walls, wood floors. It feels homey yet very bare, the way I like it, just add a rug and a few chairs and it will be perfect (we bought it partly furnished, table and couch, beds in place).
I especially love the silence. A good place to meditate, write, prepare my class in. Yes! a whole day without telephone, email, disruptions, to concentrate on my work. If I can do this once a week it will be so amazing. I am very fed up of schedules and being busy. Am I finally ready to listen in and follow my inner guide? Unplug from the busy world?
What can I hear by listening in, trusting the silence, instead of fearing the emptiness?
Later, I lay outside on a blanket and rested my sore shoulders in the sun. Wearing a brace on right forearm because of irritated nerves from too much typing, lifting, overwork.
Sigh, I want to write and my body is saying, rest. This chalet will be a place for both.
Enter the silence....