Running away
Posted by Naomi on Feb 26, 2013 in random sweet nothings... |
There is something to be said for the doing of nothing.
Laying on the sand. Wind blowing over and through you, weathering the hard edges off heavy thoughts.
Sometimes running away is an all consuming need. The want to be elsewhere.
Then on retuning home to the hum of domesticity the tug from the dark is less.
Sometimes the pull to escape is more about the return than the being gone.
More about the feeling of home wrapped tightly around you, soothing heart and mind. Keeping the darkness at bay.
Sometimes a heavy heart yells loudly to run, but it is not until the return to home that it truly begins to heal.












Correct and absolutely, a resounding “I hear you”!
I find that the running away – the need for the R&R – is so great that I’ve had to just go with it, when that particular Thing is dark and hovering the doorstep, and on my return, yes you’re right, the healing embrace of home and its comforts and the domesticity of each day is very nurturing. Let it ebb and flow, think of the tide. That’s all this is. It is natural and it is right. As wrong as all the rest feels. xxxxx
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Naomi Reply:
February 26th, 2013 at 3:00 pm
I fell kind of Forrest Gump in saying this… but yes, the ebb and flow of the tide is pretty apt. Well, he may not say apt, but anyway…
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I would like to run to the country side far far away. And only when I am terribly bored and desperate to return would I have to. I would prefer this country side to be in Europe too.
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Naomi Reply:
February 27th, 2013 at 9:21 am
Sounds like a perfect plan.
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Oh the tug from the darkness of domesticity, I so hear you on that one.
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So beautifully written a true. X
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Roxanne P-CH Reply:
February 28th, 2013 at 9:50 am
AND true!
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