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.

 

Eastover!

It's a double header this weekend! 

Happy Passover.

Happy Easter.

Happy Weekend.

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Wishing family and friends 

from coast to coast,

and corner to corner,

a wonderful spring weekend.

Here's to new beginnings! 

xo

Remember...

Be patient.

And know that the universe has a plan.

Things. Take. Time.

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Mini Donk Kind of Day

I love you mini donkeys,

hanging among the perfect hedges

in the Hamptons.

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Stay fresh.

xo

To the Water I Go

I am a believer that the following things have powerful healing powers:

The sun, the water, and animals. 

When I need to clear my mind,  I almost always find myself setting out towards the water.

 It is a subconscious reaction when I feel overwhelmed. 

Earlier this week, I set off towards the water.

It was dusk, and a quite hush was rolling into the city off the bay.

Twinkling lights of the night began to pop up along the horizon,

and buoys gently bobbed  themselves to sleep.

I stood on the water's edge, and I looked out past the bridge.

Mindful to steady my breath, slow down my heartbeat, settle my thoughts.

I allowed the sound of the lapping water to calm me down,

and when it felt like enough, I began my journey home.

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It was on my walk back, past the boats tucked into the marina for the night,

that I heard a playful splash.

I stopped and I watched and sure enough,

a little baby seal was splish splashing among the docks!
I was mesmerized, and couldn't help but think
the little guy was there and doing this, just for me. 
I stayed and watched the seal for a twenty minutes or so,
until we both seemed to decide that it was time to go.
I headed back up the hills of San Francisco,
calm and happy and
hopeful to wake up to sunshine in the morning.

A Letter, on Love

And don't worry about losing. 

If it is right, it happens -- 

The main thing is not to hurry. 

Nothing good gets away.

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John Steinbeck

a letter to his son, Thom
November 1958

In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

It's been an unusual winter,

one that leaves me scratching my head

and wondering aloud,

It's mid-March already?

In a matter of days, 

I went from mild nights in Manhattan,

to snow in the Sierras.

There are so many tales to tell,

so many words to craft carefully...

But, I can't quite do my thoughts justice just yet.

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And the snow and the quiet of the mountains this morning

 offer me a perfect pause.

This first half of the month, 

I found I'd taken on the role of Lioness of March,

and as we round out month's end,

 I'd like to be a little more lamb.

Until then,

happy wintering, friends.

xo