My Retreat Becomes My Home
View from My Window
When John and I bought our home on Holiday Pine, it was intended as a retreat, a second home, a vacation home. We camped out for a couple of weeks with the bare essentials: an inflatable bed, a camping chair, a few cooking utensils, an ice chest, some food, and Maya’s needs. The house was like a large, comfortable, air conditioned tent with the additional amenities of carpeting, dishwasher, stove and laundry facilities.
We would go out on the deck in the coolness of the early June mornings, have coffee and watch the sunrise. Not being the nature lover I am, as the day warmed, John would retreat indoors to his laptop. I, on the other hand, would wander about the land and look at all the different types of trees and plants.
We inherited with the house a glider in which I would sit for hours looking at the lake. Also with the place came an old-time type swing with a board for a seat hung by chains from the tallest branch of the biggest oak. One of the first things I did was to sit in that swing, and like a young girl of years ago, on the up-swing hang my head all the way back and view the world upside down. I found myself laughing and giggling for nothing more than the sheer joy of living. I was the young girl again enjoying the simple life.
And so our retreat became our home, for after two weeks of this idyllic lifestyle, we went back to the Dallas-Fort Worth metroglobulus and put our house of 25 years up for sale.
Maybe our mind set at the time we bought our home on Holiday Pine set the tone for our lifestyle here. Though in the autumn of our years, we have recaptured the spring time of our lives. Stepping Stones is a retreat to the youth within, to the real me, to the real stuff of which life is made; that Deep Reality within all of us.
When John and I bought our home on Holiday Pine, it was intended as a retreat, a second home, a vacation home. We camped out for a couple of weeks with the bare essentials: an inflatable bed, a camping chair, a few cooking utensils, an ice chest, some food, and Maya’s needs. The house was like a large, comfortable, air conditioned tent with the additional amenities of carpeting, dishwasher, stove and laundry facilities.
We would go out on the deck in the coolness of the early June mornings, have coffee and watch the sunrise. Not being the nature lover I am, as the day warmed, John would retreat indoors to his laptop. I, on the other hand, would wander about the land and look at all the different types of trees and plants.
We inherited with the house a glider in which I would sit for hours looking at the lake. Also with the place came an old-time type swing with a board for a seat hung by chains from the tallest branch of the biggest oak. One of the first things I did was to sit in that swing, and like a young girl of years ago, on the up-swing hang my head all the way back and view the world upside down. I found myself laughing and giggling for nothing more than the sheer joy of living. I was the young girl again enjoying the simple life.
And so our retreat became our home, for after two weeks of this idyllic lifestyle, we went back to the Dallas-Fort Worth metroglobulus and put our house of 25 years up for sale.
Maybe our mind set at the time we bought our home on Holiday Pine set the tone for our lifestyle here. Though in the autumn of our years, we have recaptured the spring time of our lives. Stepping Stones is a retreat to the youth within, to the real me, to the real stuff of which life is made; that Deep Reality within all of us.
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