For the last week, the children and I have been staying at a friend's house near San Diego. We make an annual pilgrimage here to beat the heat, but most importantly because it is a tradition.
Each year our friends, affectionately known as "the twins", have their birthday, and we head down for what is always an amazing time away. It gives me a taste of living communally, traveling alone with *two*, and of managing my own self-care as I navigate being out of my own home territory for longer than usual.
I love that we have this tradition, and that our friend's doors are open to us. I'm so grateful for this message which has been coming through so loudly from so many of your comments in my last post. It's so very lovely to feel so welcome...thank you. I'm so excited by this journey and being away from home has given me ample time to develop more questions and answers about how to go about it.
Returning in a few days, we're just going to have a bit more time in the water and sun before heading home where my mind and my worktable are piled high and deadlines are looming.
But I'm not going to think about it until Wednesday....
