Waking Up In My Own Bed

“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.” 
~  Ransom Riggs

 

This morning I woke in my own bed.

Outside my window the birds sang. Dawn crept golden into the soft grey sky. Our dogs were pressed up against us, both of them awake and staring quietly at Ben and I as if they couldn’t quite believe we were real.

Is there anything more delicious than to be home after travelling and to see everything around you as if for the first time?

I meditated in my favourite spot, outside on the veranda beside Ganesha. After which I made a mug of tea and strolled through my early-morning garden; re-acquainting myself with everything, breathing in the cool fresh air, filling my ears with birdsong and the shrill of the cicadas, getting the feel of the place in my bones, grounding myself in home.

Today is a day of household chores and farm chores. Of settling back in. Of finding our rhythm again.

It feels as if we have been away forever, so I guess that means it has been a good break. Still, I’m grateful to be home again. I’m brim full of ideas and enthusiasm, and I’m ready for the year ahead. Can’t wait to share it with you!
Biggest love and hugs, Nicole ❤ xoxo

10 thoughts on “Waking Up In My Own Bed

  1. Welcome home Nicole
    Those reflections of gratitude remind us of the sacred space we have created called Home ❤️❤️

  2. Glad you had such a good holiday, Nicole; and nothing like a break to help us realise what a great place our own sanctuaries are xx

  3. Welcome home dear Nicole!! Enjoy being home again and treasure the memories you took home from your trip. Looking forward to all the inspiration you will be sharing with us in 2018!! 😘❤️💛💚💙💜

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