Bliss Consciousness

 No wait- hear me out. It isn't necessarily flaky.

So I figured I was having a pretty awesome summer- I was working like a maniac when I was in the city but on the weekends we would get up at the crack of dawn, (or so), hop in the beamer, and head up north to our island cottage -a mere 3 hours to the marina.  Worth it because once there, I got to have white wine with lunch, (on our  screened in porch which has a panoramic view of the lake), nap! yes (did I mention we got up at the crack of dawn), lop some dead branches to make the trees look even more beautiful, swim, canoe and /or kayak, imbibe g&t(s) on the dock, loll over a romantic dinner watching the sunset- into bed by sundown, read (was rereading To The Wedding by John Berger- a fantastic novel filled with the most luscious images of an outdoor wedding you will ever read-Mr. Lovely and I read the last chapter to each other one morning over coffee- the writing is gorgeous!)-  then up again with the sun.. coffee at coffee beach, some physical work like repairing the screen door of the "love shack"(our 100 yr old log bunkie named by my sista when she stayed there with her hubby- ya tmi) and then.. well you get the routine. DELUXE NO? Well yes!

the "love shack"

Sometimes I even took a Monday off, so I wasn't too troubled when I saw that my calendar was filling up with real estate closings, (sole practitioner, new staff) and I might not be able to take a full week off. Mr. Lovely said- well I'm taking a week off regardless so you decide. Harsh!

So I  did decide to move heaven and earth-(well it felt like it!)- to get a week off to go to the cottage. And it was worth it because on day 8, I experienced what Mr. Lovely termed "bliss consciousness".

So it's like this-I normally feel pretty darn good at the cottage (see routine above- not too shabby-do you mind?) but I still watch it- like if I want to chill but feel like I haven't got enough exercise I push myself to work out or if I want a carb for breakfast, (always!) I eat a yogurt with fruit instead cause I feel I should.

But on the 8th day I didn't. I wanted some pumpernickel with imperial cheese and Henrietta's marmalade made with 5 types of fruit and grand marnier and I had it- 2 pieces, while thumbing through a Cottages mag- and it felt GREAT! It was dreamlike- the complete happiness I felt. I lay on the couch midmorning, (gasp!)  cranked open the windows, and just felt the breeze roll over me. Later I took out our newly caulked wind and the willows rowboat and rowed to F Bay where I snagged some truly amazing driftwood off some crown land (thanks your majesty) for my driftwood sculpture (well one day!) and swam in my clothes off a rock cause I was just so HOT and who cares, right? And so on all day long- it was divine- "hakuna matata" (c'mon you know you've seen the Lion King). And I figure it was because I knew I really had no worries that day- I knew I didn't have to check my email, or contact my office cause it was the weekend, we had no guests (I love my guests but you can't just lie down in the middle of the day- now can you) and Mr. Lovely was off doing some man project with our neighbour so I just could free float. And, (and I think this is the kicker), I had been mostly relaxed (except for one major swearing episode where some deal was not going my way, temporarily) for the last 7 days in an environment that I loved, so I was primed for bliss.

So hip hip for taking a longer vacation- I think we need to.
Mr. Lovely says I can now try to live in bliss consciousness but who is he kidding. Back at work- not a chance but I know it's there and hopefully I can get there more often!

Ever have bliss consciousness- tell me about it.

ps. I have not blogged in so long I mostly forget how to download photos so not very good visuals but will try to get up to speed next time.