It's a perfect blue day with a perfect blue sky. Time's as open and wide as the ocean.
It might take a while in the night behind my eyelids to find the hole through to the light and the long sandy beach. But soon enough I feel the ground giving back. It's sand under the sneakers on my feet.
I follow the footprints, little three-part Vs that make curves and swirls on the shore where the birds have been. I hold my journal in my hand, wondering what it's for as I empty my mind into the expanse.
Then I sit and stare, letting thoughts pass by on the breeze that the ocean brings. I don't catch one. They don't stick or stay one. I know what it means to be free.
And the best part is that I don't need an airplane to go there.
There is me.
--me liz strauss, letting me be
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I'll go. Want some company? :-)
Yeah, Tree!
I was thinking of a certain leather chair and some cookies that would be there. :)
Eco-friendly travelling, eh? "...letting thoughts pass by on the breeze that the ocean brings. I don't catch one." Beautifully said. :-)
Hi Bungi!
Are you coming with us? The climate is wonderful, and the sense of peacefulness is divine!
Thanks for noticing that thought I let pass. I was thinking I had too many of my own at the time.
What a peaceful place you've shared with us. Thank you for that. I can smell the salt air and feel those cooling little breezes.
Hi Easy!
I'm really lucky to have found this place, don't you think? Come on and join us!
I'm already there... The sound of waves constantly rushing against the shore... The wet sand... The blue sky... Cotton clouds here and there... Wonderful words floating out of the book in hand... Beautiful indeed!
I'm right with you. :o)
Bungi!
It's great to be here with you! The blue, the breeze and good friends . . . what more could we want?!!
Hi Easy!
Yeah, you are right with all of us, in our hearts. :)
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