“We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning” Henry Ward Beecher

My weekend was spent at the Hummingbird Retreat in Red Hill for a long awaited yoga catch up with my BHB lovelies, hosted by the incredibly bendy and beautiful Jesse Neave. Apart from the obvious celebration of the reunion with treasured friends and the yoga (amazing), there was yet another sparkle of magic in the weekend’s midst. We were randomly pre-assigned individual rooms – all decorated with a single theme symbolizing an aspect of ecological preservation. By some sort of divine powers, I was placed in the Loom Room symbolizing not just a nod to Loom Wine but also my love of weaving traditions and looms in general, my friend Emily was in the Paper Room and she is a writer, editor and all things literary and beautiful Mel was in the Water Room reflecting her coastal life and deep love of surfing and connection to the ocean. When we shared this with the owner upon check-out he was genuinely gobsmacked and thrilled. That was after we had all enjoyed a huge laugh about being the sneaky trio that checked in a night early so that we could drink champagne and wine before the reverence of the yoga retreat could take over.