a billowy retreat {and why not?}

Years ago my mom and I went on an amazing yoga retreat to Bali. The hotel we stayed at, in the artists colony of Ubud, had all these magical little spots filled with flowers, cushions, billowing curtains, and a view of tropical paradise. These little spots were perched everywhere; along the river, on a the walk into town, nestled into the side of a fern covered pathway. Each day we'd spend time in these little retreats, sometimes with morning coffee and other times to write or watercolor. This article makes me long for my own billowy retreat, right in my own backyard.