Rounds and a Rounds we go

So I made it through the weekend. I needed not to be cooped up next to the computer, so I took a cheap trip to Glastonbury for the weekend.

I'm finding more and more, the people I know that comment LESS on Facebook, or the people that don't even HAVE accounts are the ones that have more solid relationships with others and with God! Nothing's misconstrued if it's a face to face conversation... just like the old days!! Grr...

So ANYWAY, the cheap trip to Glastonbury! I heard it was absolutely beautiful and was a great place if you just wanna get away from it all... and WOW it was so true! A town of spiritual awakening, inner peace, and of course, hippies!

Saturday morning I got out there, passed by Stonehenge, and found my way to this little bed and breakfast cottage, owned by a Canadian lady called Wendy and her daughter.

I sat down in the main room and showered up for the hike to the "Tor", a tower that one could view from almost anywhere in the city.

Over and over in the back of my mind, I found myself thanking God for what a beautiful place he has created!

That trek up to the Tor was LONG though! At least 4 miles each way, and uphill to get to the top! Glad I've been working out!

My roomies were in Southampton for the day, getting some shopping done,

Obviously I can't just dart away every weekend to something this spectacular, but with my first big week behind me, I think I deserved a breath of fresh air and a BIG reset.

Of course, a little taunting of the cows a little HAD to be done during the hike.

But I made it to the Tor though! After catching my breath, I looked around. There was such a BEAUTIFUL 360 degree panorama, and everyone was sitting silently on the west end of the hill, waiting for sunset. Couples, arm in arm, with their plastic glasses of red wine and little plates of cheese... hippie types, meditating about who knows what, to who knows who... and me... I chose to sit indian style and just enjoy the spectrum, the scenery, and the solitude.

And it was exactly what I needed.

The trail home wasn't lit at ALL, so I had to carefully walk all the way back to the cottage through cow patties and slipped in the mud (no pictures of that... it might not have been mud) to arrive at the cottage.

Sunday morning came TOO quickly and the ladies were already kicking me out, so I went over to Glastonbury Abbey to get one more tourist trap out of the way. I realized this city was a kind of pagan spiritual place too... home of black magic and white magic, wicca people... pretty much no matter what you do or don't worship, you're accepted here. Scary though, all these goth folks all around...

The Abbey was once again incredibly ornate... TOO ornate for Henry VIII. He tore most of it down because he wanted to have the biggest and best of everything.

Around the Abbey, there were monks, people dressed up as peasants, the town crier, and scattered tour guides around.

Kinda looks like the southern oracle from Neverending Story right?! I've got a picture of Artex too, but everyone's seen a white horse before.

Of course stupid Facebook has a bunch more of my pictures, but I just wanted to maybe do a once weekly entry into this blog thing, just in case I do get so tired of friending, accepting, ignoring, tagging, status updating, messaging, and all the crud that goes along with it... so tired of all that stuff that I just cancel my account altogether.

Last week, I really wanted a rewind button to a much less stressful time. I needed a few of my friends to press pause when they pressed stop. I needed to escape because I know my life's in fast-forward, so there's not hardly any time at all to play.