Sunday morn breaks with azure skies and warm golden sun rays. We’ve all spent spots of last night and the after-breakfast time, allocating the mixture of piles into separate suitcases and boxes. The atmosphere was loving yet sad, knowing soon the special group we’d woven, would tear and fray. We’d be apart but, never unaware of our connections.
One of our favorite spots, the sunlit deck set for breakfast, stretched into conversation time. Final dishes were washed and the boxes began to move into vehicles, finding the perfect hole for the appropriate “peg”.
I’m the first to take off and it’s hard breaking away. Hugs and waves turn into winding road and I’m looking for the beauty to freeze in my mind, to carry home with me. There’s the waxing full moon still above me and soon the evergreens become dry rolling yellow hills outside Sacramento. Then, onto the endless Highway 5 Interstate taking me back to my green, green rolling valleys of the Rogue Valley. By the time I reach my 6pm destination, Jacksonville, the shadows are long and romantic ~ ~ and comforting.
When I arrive home a whole new story begins. When we were in Mexico last winter, we met the most talented, charming and authentic Mexican Artist, Efren Gonzalez. And with much planning and learning, we welcome him into our home for a few days before he goes into Ashland to peruse the Art Center there! Details and more of my journal’s travels will continue on my personal blog site: http://elainefrenett.blogspot.com/ . Stay tuned for more here on next year’s 2012 Women’s Journaling Alpine Retreat, September 9 – 14th! You will join us won’t you?
And you thought the adventures were over? Silly you . . .