Call me an introvert if you must–you wouldn’t be wrong–but I have to admit that there are few things better than a weekend to myself. It’s been a busy couple of months (as evidenced by the lack of blog posts), and I was more than happy to spend a couple of days re-charging from all the goings on of late while my husband and daughter traveled for the weekend.
I decided to avoid planning too much, to just do whatever I felt like doing at the moment. It felt like the height of luxury. I highly recommend the experience if you have the opportunity.
My weekend consisted of books, art, and writing. Here are some highlights:
- Live-tweeting my reading of Dangerous by Shannon Hale with the hashtag #dwoh (or Dangerous with one hand). It is the only novel I recall reading with a main character with a congenital limb deficiency, and I couldn’t help but be excited about it. Shannon Hale has some interesting things to say about why she chose to write a character who is differently abled, among other things, in this essay.
- Exploring the meditative quality of writing with Karen Hering, author of Writing to Wake the Soul, at a Sacred Salon at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. The Sacred exhibit and the Salon were wonderfully inspiring, and I recommend both experiences to anyone interested in meditation or Buddhist ideas. I’ve mentioned my interested in meditation here and here.
- Turning up the volume on my latest musical obsession: Catbath. What says spring more than opening the windows and playing the music a little bit louder?
How would you spend a weekend to yourself with no obligations?