My version of Eat Pray Love is Playa Comida Amor

You’ve heard of someone writing a love poem to someone else. Maybe you’ve even heard of writing a love poem to yourself.    Maybe you’ve written a love poem to yourself! ♥️ But what about life writing a love poem to you? No? Today, life wrote me a love poem. Instead of using words, it used sights, sounds, and emotions. And it was so moving, it made me cry. Right where I was. At dinner. In a crowded restaurant. With no sunglasses to cover my face. Because life just loved me. With reckless abandon. Right in front of everyone. 🥹  (The nerve!) Let me try to set the scene.  A restaurant on the beach. In a city where the ley lines cross. 😍 An hour away from sunset.  I’ve never been here, to this restaurant. A familiar place but with a novel twist. There’s a shallow infinity pool. The dinner tables and chairs are IN the infinity pool. Which means, your feet are in the infinity pool as well!  The air is warm. Not humid, like last night. But warm like a cozy blank...

Do I begin at the end? Or start at the beginning? Right. Let’s pick up right at the now. I travel alone but I’m surrounded by people- children, families, couples, fellow beach lovers. They are milling about- strolling the boardwalk, listening to music, ordering at food carts, browsing the jewelry stalls, dancing in the town square. Beauty is finding stillness in the bustle.  I stand on the rooftop. And I hear them. The cicadas. They remind me of my childhood. They are there- ever-comforting, ever-singing- signifying that summer is in full bloom. In fact, the solstice is almost here. The beauty is hearing the silence in their music. Butterflies at the beach. Always enchanting. The pier. The waves. The vendors. The unrelenting sun. Relief found by jumping in the water. Beauty is finding peace in the crash of the ocean wave. I breathe each breath in, walk each step forward, marvel in each sun set. Savor each bite, bathe in each sound. All the sounds. Find the beauty that IS.  The...