When I first started Duct Tape and Dreams I was looking for things to do, that would make me feel better. I tried a float tank, yoga, etc. and then got more and more into crafts and writing. I don’t really know why, it just seemed to happen. Last night I remembered why I used to do things that were more physical. I could literally feel the stress leaking out of my pores last night as I kicked back in and Adirondack chair in front of a campfire by a stream in the woods at a Getaway House. My friend was staying in Ethel (they name their cabins after staff members’ grandparents)
so she gave me a tour of her little home away from home, it was absolutely lovely, and then we sat down in some big comfy Adirondack chairs and warmed ourselves near the fire and just listened to the stream and chatted as it got dark and the stream burbled and the fire sparked and crackled and we enjoyed being away from the news and our computers and, with the exception of a few photos, our phones.
When we stopped talking we just sat and listened to the water and found ourselves breathing so deeply that we kept sighing and eventually yawning. Not the “I’m exhausted” kind of yawn, the kind that means you’re breathing in fresh, ok – we were masked the whole time but it was still fresh, air.
The fire was crackling merrily as we talked about important issues like dinner, and my latest writing piece and her latest piece of crochet work.
When it was finally time for me to head home and her to get to bed, I was sad to leave but happy to find that I could book my own stay and find my own kind of magic the next time I need to ‘get away’. What I learned about myself last night was that, while I enjoy being creative, and I love writing, sometimes it is necessary to do absolutely nothing for a while before you realize your shoulders have dropped, your tongue isn’t pushed up against the roof of your mouth, and you can breathe easier because you aren’t stressed anymore.
Duct Tape and Dreams 