BEACH DAY!!!

Beach days are like Christmas morning used to be for me when I was a kid. I LOOOOOOVE them. M is always so good to take me to my favorite beach, he lets me peruse the little shops, and I get to go to really yummy food joints to eat.

These days always refresh me, and make me feel all shiny and new, though be it a little tired at the end of the day.

My favorite moment of the day was when Olive and Indy went to the edge of the ocean and played tag with the waves, while M and I sat in little "sand chairs" and soaked in the sun. When Indy was done, he came running up asked if he could be taken to the bathroom. Now, let me just say, the bathroom was way, way far away. He probably wouldn't have made it. So, M told him he could pee in the ocean. Indy had a look on his face like he was being set up. "Really?" he asked. So, he turned ran down to the edge of the waves, pulled out his "junk" and let loose. I didn't get to see his face, but I could tell, he thought this was freedom.

To pee in the ocean may not have been the "politically correct" thing to do, but it was certainly the "human" thing to do. It felt so good to just let this little boy have freedom and pee. Freedom isn't always about liberty and justice. Sometimes it's just about peeing when you need to. What a fun moment. What a fun family. What a fun day. Not one second was wasted on worry, sadness, despair, disappointment or loss. YAY!!!

Breath

To take a breath one must conciously stop whatever one is doing and willfully inhale air in through their nostrils, into their lungs, pause, and exhale the air out of one's lungs, and usually out of one's mouth. It is a moment that is filled with intent. To take a moment to think, to pause, to relax and gain perspective. To take a breath is a good thing.

I sometimes forget to breathe. I forget how marvelous it is to be able to have this built in mechanism, that was created to de-stress, to feed oxygen to my brain, to make me think more clearly. This is the most simple, easy bodily function. When I breathe, I don't feel it's easy.
To "breathe easy" must be such a wonderful feeling. For me, breathing is about letting go of something that is bothering me. For me to take in a breath is a sweet moment. I love the feeling of letting air WHOOSH into my body, and then to feel the air leaving my body, taking with it the tension, frustration and negativity. To take a breath is to hope.

I hope, I can clear my head so I can think. I hope, the swirling thoughts can all just calm down for a moment. I hope my boy, Indy, will quiet down and behave as I've taught him. I hope, that I can be tender and kind to my husband, M, who needs me. I hope, I can be gentle and fun for my daughter, Olive, who needs a good Mom. I hope I can please my God by being humble, and helpful. I hope, I can be true to all of my friends out there, whom I have such admiration for. I hope, I can remember to take my next breath.

I want to breathe easy. I want to let go of all the clutter that is crowding out all of the sense in my head. I don't have any more time to waste. I need to get on my path, and walk it, with nice even breaths. This will be uncomfortable, but I am up for the task, for the first time. . .ever.