I’ve been away – far away, practicing yoga and sleeping in a yurt in Montana. I needed a break, some time to regroup and renew. I wanted to think about things – big life-changing things and not so big things; just lots of things.
I came to a decision about my posts – one of those “not so big things”. You see, I’ve reduced their quantity. I’ve marked all of the boyfriend posts “private”. It’s time. He’s no longer just some guy in my life – he’s important – and I would never want him to be hurt by the discovery of my silly musings. If I can’t tell him my thoughts about us, I shouldn’t be telling you. He deserves the most respect I can give him now, even if that means a less interesting blog.
This morning, I awoke before the alarm.My body’s a little stiff from sleeping on a foam pad and I have a slight sore throat – no doubt from mouth breathing the cold night air. And, boy, is the air cold this morning.It’s freezing inside the yurt, but toasty in bed.My clothes lay on the other side of the room and I’m devising my game plan that will allow me to get dressed quickly and spend the least time possible naked in the cold morning air.One, two, three… up and out, yoga top, yoga pants, sweatshirt and socks – OK, done, brrr!The communal bathhouse is a short hike from the yurt.I’ve discovered I’m the only guest not staying in the main house so the bathhouse is essentially mine for the week. The deer, this time a female with her white-tailed baby, are once again grazing close by as my shoes crunch along the path.Wildflowers – purple, blue, orange, yellow and white – are everywhere!
P.S. Yea, they have coffee – I can survive anything now!
With the lack of internet and laptop – and my desire to stay as far away from any electronic gadget as possible, this was handwritten last week – transcribed this week.
A delayed flight meant a late arrival for me at the ranch. I’m now hastily scrubbed and ready for bed, buried under the covers. It’s 9:30 and still twilight. My yurt is sparse – no chair, no mirror and no dresser for my clothes. My bed is a foam pad, but the covers are copious and I’m toasty underneath them. To get to my yurt, “Delta”, from the main house, I travel up a dirt road, over a narrow meandering gravel path and across a small bridge to reach it. I’m far away from the house. I can hear a small creek burbling behind the yurt. On my way back from the bathhouse, I startled a huge female deer just steps from my yurt – or, more honestly, she startled me. I’m tired from all of the traveling and just want to sleep.