Winter Solstice Wishes

Today, the sun dips to it's lowest point in the sky,

giving us a delayed dawn and an early sunset.

Happy Winter Solstice. 

From here on out, every day moving forward will be a bit brighter. 

In a few short days, I'll have my feet in the sand 

and my face towards the sun.

Christmas spent by the Caribbean Sea.

I. Can't. Wait.

I'm appreciative of the growth and 

self awareness the past 12 months brought,

but am very much forward facing to the New Year. 

As I consider this past year,

I was encouraged and inspired by most.

Loved and supported by many.
Disappointed by few.

I'm content with that breakdown. 

I don't typically count blessings.

I am more of a 'thank my lucky stars' type of gal. 

So ultimately, I send 2014 off with a kiss and a fond goodbye.

And as we usher in 2015, 

I will look up towards a sky full of big, bright, beautiful stars. 

I wish the very same for each and all of you. 

xo

Adventure is Calling

My eyes need a sky full of stars,

my lungs, the deep inhale of sea salt air.

My legs crave the ache of a long day on a dusty trail.

And my skin, the comfort of the desert sun.

Once, I told my little sister that I wished I could go hug a saguaro.

Well, I would tomorrow if I could,

and tell all my secrets to the trees. 

I whispered some wishes to the bay today,

but it didn't quite wash away the nagging need for an adventure.

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If my grandma had been walking with me,

I am quite certain she'd give my hand a squeeze 

and pose the familiar question, 

'A penny for your thoughts?' 

Oof. So many. 

And so. It's time to plan a trip. 

One for mind, body and spirit. 

Adventure is calling, friends.

And I must go.

Stay tuned.

xo

Sherbet Sunrises

I had a day that left me wishing-

nope- pining for a getaway.

Tedious projects; impossible deadlines.

Conversations that inspired a lot of wincing,

followed by a lot of eye rolling.

I want to dig my painted toes into the sand

and splash salt water on my cheeks.

I want to dance under a low, heavy hanging pink moon,

 and wake up to a sherbet splashed sunrise.

I want to spend my days collecting shells,

 and smelling like coconut.

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I'd like to link hands with handsome man,

and hum along to a steel drum band.

I'd like to eat fruit that I pluck, straight from a tree,

and braid my hair with a hibiscus tucked behind my ear.

I want to go to bed counting the freckles on my nose, 

and the fish in the ocean,

and the stars in the sky. 

Instead, I laid my head in my hands 

and shook my mind back to now.

It was a long day.

 A day that is strung into a series of long weeks.

Sigh.

Here's to sweet dreams 

and sunny shorelines... 

soon.

 

Stay-at-home-Emily

It's funny how fast a week can go by,

when it's just you,

and the world,

and a whole lotta declarations to self:

(while staring in the mirror)

"The world is my oyster! Curiosity is my compass!"

My goal during this week off was simple: self-indulge.

And boy, did I ever.

I'm nearly a pauper now... but I don't regret a single spend.

That's the best kind of indulging, don'tcha think?

I spent a day poolside: just me, my book, and the eucalyptus trees.

I met a friend in the'burbs and we got our toes sandy on the beach.

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I primped, and I pampered,

and I took myself out for long walks and fresh air.

And, what's a week spent self-reflecting, without a couple of lessons learned?

Don't worry.

There were some of those too.

I got my ego bruised... just a smidge.

But, ya' pick yourself up, dust yourself off,

eat some ice cream and get on with it!

Yep. I got pretty accustomed to my stay-at-home days...

but I learned that a taste of the sweet life

is a whole heck of a lot sweeter when you know

your coin purse will be filled again soon.

xo