I joined the hustle and bustle of the day before Christmas, leaving our home shortly after breakfast. While most may not have looked forward to such an adventure, I did. You see this was my gift to me, a little time alone, and I spent it wisely my friends.
My first stop was the yarn shop. You see this lovely little yarn shop closes between Christmas and New Year's and with all my holiday knitting complete it was time to knit something for me, and new yarn was needed. I wondered around, chatted with the owner and left with yarn for two projects. Next stop, the cafe next door where I spent almost two hours writing and reading. It was perfection.
I started to head home after this, happy and grateful for the time alone, but as I passed the conservation area I felt a pull and I surrendered to it. I hit the trails for a little hike. It seems not many people go hiking the day before Christmas, I was alone in the woods and enjoyed every moment. With the sun glistening on ice laden trees I walked, captured the beauty with my camera, and took time to stand still, eyes closed and breathe. I filled my lungs, my soul with the cold chill of winter, grateful for the most wonderful gift...time. Time to do the things I enjoy, time to be alone with my thoughts, time to put pen to paper, time to read, time to connect to the earth, and admire her beauty and time to connect to me in ways I needed on this day.
This was a gift to me, and I am so glad I received it with open arms.