Not long ago, Victor and I hosted our first couple's retreat. We scooted two extra long twin beds together at GardenSpirit Guesthouse and made plushy king-size beds for those lucky twosomes. Very comfy.
But the "ah ha" moments of the weekend didn't happen in the bedrooms (at least, not to our knowledge .... ). They happened in the hot tub, in the sunroom, around a simmering, smokey fire, at breakfast in the purple dining room.
Yes, the lightbulbs went off in broad daylight.
And though none of the couples who showed up at the pre-Valentine's Day weekend were on the verge of divorce (although they had considered murder on occasion), they left North Carolina with a sense that marriage could be better...good, even. They left, quite simple, with hope.
So, can this marriage be saved? More importantly- can this marriage get out of the Vally of the Blahs and trek up to the Hills of Possibility and Passion?
Victor and I know, from hard experience, that it can. We've been through the valley and emerged on top of the mountain, not as evangelical cheerleaders but as practiced and loving spouses.
What's the secret to a long and wonderful relationship? Work, darn it...and then a lot of PLAY.
We have couple's retreats lined up all year long. Love to have you experience the same wonder and re-ignite your relationship too.!
About us
- Linda Roggli
- "Never a dull moment." That's what they'll write on my tombstone, when I leave this plane and transition to the next. Why be bored? Or boring? Makes no sense to me when life is so full of interesting, exotic and exhilarating experiences. I've written a book, been scuba diving, flown an airplane, eaten way too much frozen custard on occasion, reveled in the smell of newly-mown grass, lost a beloved pet, sweated on the elliptical, listened to my own coaching sessions without cringing, went through labor a second time, learned to say "I love you" to my dad, visited the ruins of ancient Rome, lightly brushed treetops in a hot air balloon, loved and lost and loved again, was on-camera for a story about a truckload of honey bees that overturned enroute to Florida, taken the GMAT and LSAT and GRE but never went to grad school, been thin then chubby then thin, looked high and low for the Real Me and finally found her right here all the time. Now you know all about ME. Tell me about YOU. Leave comments on this blog by clicking the "comments" link. Or not. I'll still love you even if you just lurk, read and leave. Oh, I forgot to mention: I give a LOT of hugs. Ask anyone.