During my first 12 years in Los Angeles, I visited the beach several times a week, if not daily. Walking 2-10 miles along the ocean, depending on time and company, biking, playing volleyball, often from sun up to sundown, and swimming when warm enough. Oh, and sometimes just reading or even laying and doing nothing. While I do not wish to resume a life which allowed so much freedom, I miss the simple (conceptually simple) ritual of beach time activity.
Thrilled that our new camera remained in the van from Thanksgiving (details later: very good), I snapped a few shots of OUR beach, hoping to capture the vibe. Overwhelmed, I welcomed these feelings of freshness, freedom, and optimism. I committed myself to keeping the camera handy, with an active intent to report things that please,comfort, inspire, or touch me.
I actually felt excited as I neared my home and family after my very early and short little retreat. Excited about them. Excited about offering them a better me. The photograph is more of a post-it on my soul than a comprehensive or even adequate record of my renewing interlude .
My challenge: to pay attention to all the "good", to force myself to
I live 15 minutes from the beach! The most unique aspect of my respite is that I made myself present for it....and that I have a husband who will encourage more like it.
I was able to celebrate by enjoying sex with my very sexy sweet husband. Oh, Andy. I can see you, now. I can see. Today, I see and feel so much to be thankful for.