Recuperation Time

This morning very early in the a.m. we left our Greek village and found us self south bound. We had breakfast at some random little tavern at the beach we discovered by coincidence and we dipped in the ocean before the eggs were ready and the oranges were squeezed into glasses. Then we took off again until we hit our destination Aquila Atlantic Hotel.

It is a little taste of paradise here. But after breakfast and check in, I was in a weird place emotionally and physically. Like out of my zone. I didn’t remember my dreams from last night, which I usually do, and I felt uneasy and off on different levels. Is it a female thing or is it just a ‘thing’ that happens to you some days? I have no clue. but it wasn’t until I sat down in the hotel bar and engaged in conversation with the locals that I forgot about my own pathetic pitty party and snapped out of it. Whatever ‘it’ was, it decided to leave me alone. But I sense a change of pace in and around me. Like my body needs to decompose, recuperate and it asks for some time to do so right here and right now…. I’m old enough to know that a struggle is a struggle lost. The body is always wiser than the mind and ego. So all I can do is give in and let go…

I bid you a good night from Greece…