Tuesday, 7:50 a.m.
A friend commented on my blog this morning: “A slower pace always leads to great discovery.” She did not know the journey I was about to take…
There’s bright new sun to my east and a storm to my west. I trust this is no harbinger of the days ahead — I think it is just a symbol of what there is to come back to, this storm of change and indecision and dissatisfaction…and work. But today we drive towards the sun and the east and the adventure that lies ahead…
Tuesday, 6:42 p.m.
This day could not have been more perfect. An easy three-hour drive from Connecticut found me at the hotel on the Cape at exactly noon. Like a daytime Cinderella, I transformed almost immediately into an alter-ego, already feeling everso far away from the familiar.
I laid down on the bed for a nap, and the leftover thoughts flitted out of my head and away like moths — up, up, up and out the windows over the ocean just outside. In their wake: a spent soul.
Thank goodness for Sandy at the Cape Cod Body & Soul Day Spa. Massage Therapist turned maternal angel, she nourished my body with her kind, gentle hands (and olive and rosemary oils) for well over and hour. So good she made me weep.
Dinner was a seemingly delicious platter of pesto-encrusted, local sea scallops at the Riverway Lobster House. Although the leftovers of last week’s sinus somethingorother would not let me taste them, they were tender and warm in my mouth and seemed unoffended by the red wine selection.
An hour’s walk down a blustery beach was a piece of joy at the end of the day — the wind conjured whitecaps down the beach, the gulls humored me, and the fresh air slowly breathed life back into me.
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Photos ©2012, Jen Payne