Life Really IS a Beach

Some version of this incredible sunrise greeted me every morning last week in Florida. Magic followed my family and me every single day. There was the magnificent space shuttle launch ... the dolphins playing near the shore ... and the sea turtle tracks discovered in front of our condo that left us in the giddy awe of Christmas morning.

Any inclination that I had for striving prior to this vacation has now disappeared. A week without computer access did me a world of good. I appreciated Pema Chodron on my iPod, but preferred listening to the ocean's song whenever possible. And, believe it or not, I did not particularly feel inclined to journal, which surely must come as a shock to those who know me well. I've been keeping a handwritten journal daily for most of my life. But, lately, there is a shift away from it and I'm curious as to why.

As sad as it felt to leave that vacation paradise, I am glad to be back home. I'm delighted that the hummingbirds have not only discovered our window feeder, but thought enough of us to build a teeny nest in our sycamore tree. The storms that passed through in our absence kindly left our property and neighborhood unscathed. Everything has become lush and dewy, leaving me to wonder what it is that now wants to grow.