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I’d been cleaning out my closet, this first day of my summer staycation.  Inspired by a book I’m reading—The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo—I’d decided it was time to let go of some things.

It supports my mantra of late.  Let go of what doesn’t serve you.  More to come on that—another time, another post.

Exhausted and energized at the same time, I took a break to think about where I’d go for dinner.  I looked up a few restaurants and made a decision, then got up to straighten up the mess I’d made.

Suddenly I had an urge for something else.

Sun on my face, sand under my feet, surf sounds in my ears.

An hour later I had all three.

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May your instinctive urges lead you to peaceful places of beauty this week.

xo, with goodness and grace.  Wish you were here…

 

I love a hill.

If I’m walking in the park and I see a hill, I immediately feel the need to climb it. No, not climb—conquer it. The steeper, the better. As I widen my stride so my legs can take me higher, I feel accomplishment in simply making my way to the top. And once I get to the peak I think, Yeah, I did that.

I don’t always feel the same about life’s hills, metaphorically speaking.

No way around it, this week brought me to my knees. Clearly the universe was trying to tell me something….I just don’t know what it is. Everything—work, people, difficulties—was relentless and hard and felt never ending. Thank goodness for holiday weekends to offer a break.

An escape was necessary, if only for a day, so I dragged myself out of bed at the crack of dawn and got on a train. Destination? My happy place—the beach.

When I arrived I made my way far from the entrance so I would have some peace. Sometimes silence is the only cure. Just me and the seagulls and the salty air, this is what was needed to be the salve to my frayed emotions.

I stood near the shoreline and watched the waves roll in and make their way out. As I moved further into the water, I began to feel giddy at the ebb and flow of the tide. It crashed into me and retracted, playing with me like a master throwing a ball to his dog again and again. I began to laugh. Dare I say, happiness arrived.

One wave at a time, I was restored to center. The beach gave me back to myself, fortified with sanity and strength.

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Tomorrow there will be more hills to climb. This time I will be ready to face them.

xo, with goodness and grace.

Here’s the thing about a vacation—your thinking mind turns to mush.  Fortunately, I think, for me.  I crossed paths with a psychic this week who confirmed this when she told me I think too much; I worry too much; I’m in my head too much.  Truer words have never been spoken.

She also told me my independent spirit is like much like a man, but that’s another blog for another time.

On my yearly staycation this week, I had a very welcome chance to decompress and turn down the volume in my head.  So what did I do?

I ate.  I mean, duh?

I love a restaurant that allows its patrons to take lunch at their own pace, and the lovely people at Buvette have it down to a science.  It was my regular spot throughout the week for long and delicious lunches at the most leisurely pace.  I want to move in there.

This Salade Nicoise will always make me linger just a little longer.

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I spent time with friends.  An evening spent with one of my dear friends meant cocktails, food and a thousand laughs.  A fun night always ends with the question, “Will you be a bridesmaid when I get married???” (Never mind that I’m not seriously dating anyone….or actually want to get married.)  Good friends are necessary.

I took long meandering walks through my city.  On the hottest day, I sat under a big tree, looked out on New York Harbor, and just enjoyed the breezes.

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I went to the beach. Nothing restores my sanity as quickly as sand underneath me.

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I also took the time to do something crazy that I’ve wanted to do for decades, but never quite mustered the courage: get a tattoo.  It’s a nod to all the signs of love I see everywhere—a small heart.  Actually it’s an outline of a one, so I can always remember the importance of walking through the world with an open heart.

It wasn’t until later that I realized how completely perfect the universe is and that it has a pretty cool sense of humor.  My tattoo artist’s name?  Beau.

Signs of love are everywhere.

May you find the space to turn down the volume in your head and savor these summer days.

xo, with goodness and grace.

The beauty of some summer days is that they feel like stretches of time that can last forever.  Such is the case on a perfect beach day, with endless expanses of blue sky, warm breezy weather and active waves…

good friends…

lazy beach towel time with your favorite tunes…

…and long walks to search for seashells, to stretch and to be one with the sand.

Here, it’s all good.

Wish you were here. XOXO

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