As I sat on top of the Glastonbury Tor this morning, I thought I have had a full summer in 6 weeks. I’ve explored more terrain and landscapes in this period, than people may have in lifetimes. The art district of Philadelphia, the busy-ness of New York, the hipster footpaths of London, the refreshing waters of Miami beach, the wonders of the Colorado mountains, the small market town of Bury St. Edmunds, and now the mystical legends of Glastonbury. And all were not solo journeys, but some were in depth travels and conversations with friends, family, and new acquaintances. Surprisingly, this was inclusive with some days at the office, and in the midst of the ongoing pandemic.
Although there has been constant movement, I recognize the importance in being able to slow down, take it in. There’s a Native American lesson that when we travel to other lands, we need some time for our souls to catch up with our bodies. I’m allowing this to unfold. There’s necessity to ground, for how can one integrate lessons learned if you solely just continue to have new experiences?
And this is what I am allowing myself to do now, as I sit in my Glastonbury Bed and Breakfast, hearing the rainfall, observing the fall foliage emerging. A new season is upon us. The summer sun is creeping back, and making space for autumn to arise. I treat myself by adding whipped cream to my instant coffee provided. This is the perfect temperature for the luxury of hygge comfort and reflection.
It Only Takes A Smile 