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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

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June 14, 2006

alone


tonight I sleep alone. my dear soul mate has gone on his yearly jaunt for one night and two days to play golf. not sure how I am feeling - at first it is like an adventure - I plan my dinner (mushroom risotto) & put all the pillows in the middle of the bed and then as the night draws closer, I realize that I will be in my bed all by myself. kind of bittersweet, I would say.

posted by Miss Robyn | 2:51 pm

4 Comments:

Blogger Kali said...

Yep, I find that feeling bittersweet too...But only one night, got him coming back very soon to look forward to!

3:09 pm  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

I can't really see why "one" night alone is bittersweet, I'm sorry to say so, but maybe this is just because I never found a soul mate and sleep alone every night.

6:54 pm  
Blogger ~Nancy~ said...

I WISH mine would give me one night!
Well, he is, as he is leaving today to visit the new hospital he is going to work for and their Grand Opening tomorrow. He will be two states away for at least two days and I CANNOT WAIT! The man has been under foot ALL spring and summer and is driving me batty! ;-)
I am some what of a loner and being by myself does not bother me. I rather like the freedom it allows. I enjoy his company but at times, I do feel smothered or crowded. This little breather will be a good thing. Take care, ms Robyn. You are strong and you will be fine.

8:24 pm  
Blogger Gina E. said...

When my first husband was away (or I was away) from the marital bed, I couldn't have cared less. But neither Ken nor I can go off to sleep completely without the other in bed too. Nothing to do with sex - it just feels as though half of you isn't there. This feeling got stronger after he nearly died a few years ago. Guess I'd better get off this computer and hop into bed!

1:55 am  

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