Photograph (c) 2009 deAnn RoeThe following series of posts titled, "Wordless Conversation" are my inner reflections while living a couple days, alone, in silence on a creative retreat. Below is part 5.
Friday, April 24, 2009 12:16 PM
Last night was good. I heard the temperatures were to get as low as 37degrees, so decided to build a fire in the wood stove. I kept warm all night long, to warm, actually. I believe I sweat off 3 pounds overnight! Benedryl always helps me sleep and last night was no exception. However, I did get up several times for a tall drink of water (must have had to replace the fluids I was sweating out.) It was much cooler downstairs.
The piercing morning sun woke me around 6:30 but I was not ready for its gentle kiss. Still piping hot in the cottage, I opened up the angular loft door and let the cool damp air flood over me as I sweetly found my way back to dreamland. Around 8:00 AM I woke again, this time to symphony of winged musicians just outside my opened door. I didn’t want to sleep the gorgeous morning away, so I wrestled the strong sleep off of me and headed down the hand chiseled wooden stair case. I was careful not to bounce my head off the cross beam as I stumbled towards the coffee pot. Once the pungent scent of Starbucks under brew gave me enough gumption, I released the sunlight from behind the rolling shades and it drowned every inch of the cottage. Lovely. Near the sofa was prayer book. I opened it to “Friday Morning Prayer” – immersed myself in the moment then reflected on Isaiah 58 - “The Lord will guide you continually.”
more to come...
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