I was away on a writing retreat with some dear friends this past weekend (our group is called the Strident Women so you can imagine what a genteel gathering it was.)
I did some writing and a lot of relaxing. I needed the break far more than I needed to get words on paper at the moment, so I spend a fair bit of time reading, drawing, doing yoga, meditating, and I even managed to practice my TKD patterns a few times.
A few years ago, I would have been frustrated at myself for ‘frittering away’ a writing weekend but I have gotten much better at being kind to myself and at responding to what I really need instead of what I *should* do.
And I’m grateful for that shift in my thinking because it meant I could thoroughly enjoy my weekend and I could be fully present to practice yoga imperfectly on the front deck on our last morning. It was slightly chilly but it was bright and the sun was shining through the clouds every so often and I could hear the waves nearby.
It felt it would be the most perfect time and place to practice.