The last line from The Wizard of Oz keeps circulating in my tired brain - "There's no place like home." I've spent the last two and a half weeks helping a friend and it involved traveling to Tucson, where the monsoons have been disappointing and the temperatures have been hot. During this time I was blogless and Twitterless, and after the initial unsettled feelings about this, adjusted fairly well.
Social media is fun, but it can be addictive (as we all know) and it can become something of the Sword of Damocles, hanging over one's head. Duty and Obligation and a sense of letting people down, when you don't keep up the pace.
While in Tucson, we saw the film Julie and Julia. It was wonderful, and especially wonderful if you're a foodie. Julie blogs every day for a year, while she cooks her way through Julia's Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
I'll catch up this week and post more than you'd ever want to know about chili peppers, but for today, I'm going to hug my husband, pat the dog, do the laundry, and be grateful for all that I have because life is precious and brief and sometimes you need to go away for a few weeks to understand that. It's probably the reason for retreats.
It's good to be home. East or west, home is best.