The song “Hair” on Lady Gaga’s album “Born This Way” spoke to me this morning on my beachwalk. This weekend, with my girls and their friends here, I’m glad my daughters never had to utter those words to my husband and me. We always told them (and showed them) that they were loved and accepted . . . → Read More: I Am My Hair
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This is what is known at our house as “girls weekend”. For the fifth year in a row our daughter has had a reunion with her “college crowd”. This year our older daughter and her friend joined them. We cook for them, make drinks, have campfire time, go to the beach with them, be their . . . → Read More: Last of the Fire… Walking the beach is something I do almost daily. I do it when I’m down. I do it when I’m up. I do it when I’m in the middle. To me, the beach represents heaven on Earth. It calms my spirits, lifts my spirits, and straightens out my sometimes twisted thinking. One meditation this week . . . → Read More: Walking Today was “one of those days”. Not the kind where one thing just seems to go wrong after another. Those kind of days are engaging, energizing, and usually leave me with a sense of some kind of accomplishment. This day was one of those super-low to no energy days. The kind I used to . . . → Read More: One Of Those Days Today is the private funeral of Amy Winehouse. May God bless her soul and on this day help her find peace. I was on a train bound for Boston Saturday when I got the news from my daughter of her passing. I felt sucker-punched. I was sick, literally sick, to think this young girl couldn't . . . → Read More: RIP Amy…. “Be here now. This is truly the only place you need to be. And from this place, all things are possible.” ~ Melody Beattie Live in the moment. Live for today. Live in the here and now. These are concepts I’ve always had difficulty with. I’m always looking at the past, wanting to change . . . → Read More: The Here and Now ….the downside of the beach path. When I wrote the “Footprints in the Sand” blog not too many days ago, I was standing at the top of the beach path, feeling mighty victorious. I savored my victory, knowing that soon I’d have to begin the descent to the beach below. I also know this sand . . . → Read More: Slip Slidin’ Away…. The summer temperatures on Cape Cod rarely reach 90. When Boston and the inland areas are 90, the Cape is usually at nice 80 with a sea breeze. (Which is also a top-notch drink my husband makes for the beach – but that’s another story) Today at approximately 1:45 there was breaking news on the . . . → Read More: The Sport of Chair Surfing I have been dreading going to yoga on these summer days since March. I kept remembering the trouble breathing that came with the rise in humidity. I was so happy that by the end of January I had the breath mastered and no longer feared the frantic panic. I hadn’t taken a knee since late . . . → Read More: A New Victory …my mom today. She’s okay…and I’m okay. It’s been a peaceful, but busy day. I took a walk this afternoon and just remembered everything…all the years, the last days, my journey, and then I just stopped into the little cemetery at the end of my road and gave gratitude for the life she and my . . . → Read More: Remembering…. |
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