Breathless from the Plunge

"Everyone knows the feeling with which one stands shivering on a spring-board, the shock when a friendly foe steals up behind and hurls you into the flood, and the ardent glow which thrills you as you emerge breathless from the plunge."  

-from Winston Churchhill's Painting as a Pastime.  One of our partcipiants handed it to me before we parted in Marrakech; it was like a surprise chocolate bar on my journey home (after a whole week of glorious surprises).

Now here I am; Michael and Benji (Captain Spectacular) are more lovable than ever.  I had to pinch myself on my adventures and then again on my return home. And this morning the studio?  Who's marvelous life have I stumbled into?

A group of us stayed at the peaceful oasis Hotel Tresore for a few days before the retreat.  The watercolor above is the view into the courtyard from my beautiful second floor room, where I sat on my bed for hours, drunk from jet lag, happily absorbing the aroma of oranges while listening to the birsdsong and distant sounds of the city just outside the thick walls of the riad.

Comments

[rainydaymuse]

Welcome back!

[elyse]

gosh, your writing is poetry.

happy your home safely (i'm such a mommy) and looking forward to hearing all about your adventures!!!

xo
elyse

[permanent magneta]

Thank you. That is so sweet of you to say Elyse. I really am experiencing that thrilling "ardent glow.. and feeling "breathless from the plunge" as Churchill described!