This past weekend I spent heavenly time at a cottage. Just The Sweetie, me and the dog. It was pure heaven to lounge and be, having no itinerary other than when we would enjoy happy hour on the dock. The dog played frisbee non stop, we ate like kings and forced ourselves to plunge into the lake every day, even though we started losing feeling in our toes within thirty seconds.
All it takes is a little time in nature to get some perspective again. All the material things that bog us down and entrap us mean nothing when you get a chance to stop and breathe some fresh air, admire silver dew on the grass in the morning and watch your dog roll around on the dock, soaking wet and ecstatic. I know it’s corny and there may be collective barf sounds resonating throughout the land right now, but come on, it’s true. Who cares what you wear or what throw pillows are on your floor or what products are in your hair when you are lucky enough to have love, food and a dog?