matters

Sometimes we visit places that are so lovely and inviting we start fantasizing about moving. Such is the case when we visited dear friends in Staunton, Virginia this weekend. The idea of moving to the Shenandoah Valley, engaging in some variation of urban communal living, and enjoying the bounty of fresh air, clean streets, mountain views, farmer's markets, arts with everything in walking distance was tempting. Indeed, it was even more tempting when we returned home to our urban bungalow to find gang of hooligans hanging out front. Yes, Staunton is so nice we could live there.

Visiting with good friends was a salve for the soul. I don't even think I realized how much I needed to play Pictionary, drink wine, and go to the Farmer's Market with a friend until I was chatting with a farmer and examining patty pan squash. I was suddenly awash with a faintly familiar feeling...I think it is called tranquil. Courtney's frittata made from lamb sausage and bright lights chard was sublimly medicinal. Basking and climbing around on rocks in the Goshen Pass cleared the dust out of my brain and rejuvenated me in ways that a regular day or two off never could.

Good friends, good food and a river is definitely my prescription for happiness.

Comments

[kort]

glad you had such a fine weekend. and glad you've been back in this space more. peace keep you.

[kathleen]

amen to rivers, food and friends.
i agree that it heals, too.

xo

[kimmy]

Thanks for the welcome back Kort! It took me a while to adjust to our new family structure (ie. me working fulltime and Chris staying home).

Kathleen, shall we have some river, friends and food Labor Day weekend?