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More along that line

Continuing the get away from it all and knit in peace theme, let’s look at hotels in Kelowna. I googled Kelowna, see. And it is close to the coast. Now, I love the cost. I love it almost as much as I love yarn. So maybe I need to re-evaluate sneaking off to Canada in the winter, and look at spring or fall instead, so I can sit on the beach and knit. Under an umbrella so the sand doesn’t get in my eyes.

How meditative would that be? The rhythm of the stitches and the rhythm of the ocean waves. It would be incredibly easy to wander around in my own head for hours, picking things up, dusting them off, studying them a bit and putting them back down. I could get to know my own head again PLUS have knitted goodies to show for my time. Sometimes, I forget to do that, and I find myself missing me. In fact, sometimes I choose to do that because I am not wanting to hear what I am really thinking, and that is less than healthy, right?
I should be better to me than that.

Yeah, ok. That puts me on a tangent. I swear, sometimes I don’t know where I am going until I see where the words lead. These words are clearly telling me that it is time to reconnect with myself. So, where *exactly* did I put my journal? And where are my meditation beads? I clearly have some work to do that is more important than knitting.

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