I just returned from five weeks away from home - a journey overseas to spend time with members of both my family and my husband's. We had moments of relaxation, mad dashes for trains, slogging through sweltering heat in big cities balanced by cool drizzle in rural settings of exquisite beauty. There was joy being surrounded by family and friends, and then blissful moments all to ourselves (and one seven year old). There were weeks where we bounced from one city to another overwhelmed by crowds and heat and noise, and other weeks where we stayed put and the only sounds were sheep baa-ing and bees buzzing. There were highs and lows, and then the moments inbetween.
I've written before about "traveller's melancholy", a term I first heard coined in one of Frances Mayes travel books - she refers to it as a state of being she sometimes sinks into when travelling, feeling a longing for familiarity and people she loves who are too far away. I know this feeling well. I love to travel, but also recognize the times when I need to slow down, take time to mosey. My photo above is in our tiny bed and breakfast in Venice, after a morning of intense heat walking those beautiful streets and bridges under a merciless sun. My daughter chose to use our siesta time to sit in the window seat and wave hello to the passersby below. I engaged in my favourite activity - daydreaming - pillow beneath my head, a book and my camera close by.
I loved the similar dreamy feel of Hannah's breeze-filled curtains, and her longing for sunshine after what sounds like a dreary bout of rain and puddles.
I wish for all of you what you most long for this summer - does your summer fun include nonstop activity or do you prefer a slow swing in the hammock with a book? Or a bit of both?
kim (mosey) of mosey along
Sunshine through my window by H a n n a h_