Spontaneous. Joyful. Grateful.

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 warmth of each smile, the kindness of each glance. The heat of each day, the safety of each night.  



I tremble with joy. Tremble. With. Joy. 🥹 

Moved to act. Moved to explore. Moved to BE. Spontaneous. Joyful. Grateful.

Forever grateful. ♥️

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