Praise the Cottage Vacation

Cottage vacations are the best.

My loves chillin' on the deck post-dinner sometime earlier this week. I've lost track of time. Cottages do that.

My loves chillin' on the deck post-dinner sometime earlier this week. I've lost track of time. Cottages do that.

At the cottage, things are fluid. Schedules are flexible and open.

Today there’s no need to be anywhere other than here in the screened in porch, warm air kissing my left shoulder, the musical note chime above me adding to the sound of the wind and the warblers.

My loves – one Golden Retriever and one golden-haired boy – lie in silence across from me. The former sprawled on the floor, content with the company of her humans; the latter sprawled on the sinking plaid couch, content with the company of his Kindle.

And just for now, I sit here content with my world in this moment.

Praise the cottage vacation, yes, may it rest and lift our weary souls.

Praise the cottage vacation.

A Letter to June

Dearest month of June,

You were full.

Challenges and insights at work, a seventh wedding anniversary, a blissful getaway to Quebec City with my sweetie, an unexpected road trip to my beloved east coast with Sis to celebrate the life of a clan member who passed away, and a slew of life's big questions that continue to perplex.

You brought joy, anger, frustration, sadness, anxiety, shame, vision, a renewed sense of possibility, hope and all things in between peppered with moments of absolute peace.

Frankly, you've left me a wee bit tired in your wake.

For it all, I thank you.

Stephanie

xo

Photo of yours truly by Jo-Anne Guimond, a.k.a. Sis