Weekend Escape

Sometimes, you just need to run away.   I felt the weight of the world last week.

Election crap.  People disappointing me.  Being tired from the time change.  Being tired from work.  Just life.  I needed to get away.

weekend escape

And on our drive to our typical escape, Cape Breton, it was November 11th at 11 am.  The radio was playing, the trumpet started and so did my tears.  In light of the sacrfice of so many, whether paid by their life, their time away from family or their wholeness of body and mind, my problems seemed petty and shallow.  Our veterans paid such a price so that the problem that overwhelmed me could be petty ones and not life or death problems.

weekend escape

My girls were in back seat.  I’m sure my tears didn’t go un-noticed.  They were silent and respecful.  They know, school tells them about Remembrance Day, we talk about it at home.  Lena remembers Grampy being in Afghanistan and they both know Uncle Jon is being deployed for 6 months in the new year.  They get it, as much as a 9 and 7 year old can.

weekend escape

We spent the weekend relaxing at the house of my best friend.  She is the most wonderful hostess.  The coffee runs freely, the good conversation and oh, the food!!!  We ate way too much, laughed together, enjoyed some fresh air and the company of each other’s children.  We carried on like fools while trying to get the neighbour’s horses to run along side the fence with great success.  We visited an estate sale, held at a house that was stuck for a very long time in the 60’s…down to the patterned carpet, extensive use of wood panelling and the purple, carpeted bathroom.  { Wishing I had snapped a couple of pictures just to show you – like a time capsule!! }  We even had a girl’s night with some of her local gals who are becoming friends of mine, too.

weekend escape

It was exactly what I needed.  Before the continued crazy of birthday celebrations.  Before the prep work of Christmas.  Before the onslaught of festive parties and concerts.  Before the future starts to unravel.  Before we beckon a new year.  Before what lays ahead.

weekend escape

Time away doesn’t solve anything.  But it makes my days brighter and that counts for something.  I know full well that avoiding everything doesn’t actually help – just so you don’t think I’m completely off my rocker.  We need to step back sometimes and let things fall into place and into order of priorities.   That’s what I did this weekend.  Mulled things over, tried to establish a game plan.  Am I any closer to answers? No, yes, who knows!  Lol!  But that’s okay, too.  Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I hope that you all recognize when you need an escape and that you have somewhere to run away to.  Somewhere where you will be greeted with open arms and a hot cup of coffee.  Where the conversation can be as deep or as light as you need it to be.  I’m so thankful for knowing Janice will also meet me at the door with a hug and that her house, no matter how busy, always, always has room for a few runaway girls on any given weekend.

 

To be continued,

Lori

  • Peady @ Tempered With Kindness - November 17, 2016 - 10:36 pm

    This is a beautiful post.

    Sometimes running away is just what we need.

    I’m so glad you got away from all the stress. Honestly, I could still use a bit of a hermitage. I so get it.

    I love your photos. Good job with the horses! I wish I had a behind the scene shot of the set up. 😀ReplyCancel