Yesterday, I felt tired after a busy week.
You know that kind of good tired of a job well done,
of goals met and attentive work.
I knew I needed to refill my energy bank.
So after answering emails from clients, I put up the vacation responder and I took myself to this wonderful place called Torc Waterfall, in Killarney National Park.
A short, steep walk from the main road brought me to this place where the only sound is the rushing of the water.
No phones ringing insistently, no computer calling my name, no laundry saying fold me and put me away.... just sweet silence.
I walked and walked and soaked up the beauty all around me.
I came home late, refreshed and revived.
Where do you go when it is your time to play?
Where do you go to refresh and revive your soul?
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