Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Okay not really Escape to Witch Mountain, but Escape to Troutdale just didn't seem as intriguing. Or sexy. But last week's getaway for only two days was just what we needed. We headed to Edgefield.
You know when you fall into the same patterns? And you need a little jumpstart to reconnect, regroup, disconnect and just be? Maybe that doesn't make any sense, but to me, it totally does. We needed it.
To play together, hold hands, laugh, talk, and just experience life, together. We swam, golfed, walked, ate, sipped wine, listened to Chris Isaac live from a porch, and watched Bonnie Raitt live from the grass.
And we rocked in rocking chairs on big huge porches on a summer morning.
Our secret place to visit, and a place we've been escaping to our entire relationship. It grows like this tree. When it was first planted I knew exactly why it was there. But it was so little. Just a few feet tall. This trip, it's finally become what I knew it was for. A secret hidden getaway. A refuge. To get lost and find one another in.
My roaming with my camera and that crazy lensbaby lens feels good again. It feels good to reconnect to the things I love, and the people I love. Love is never a bad thing.