beach days

Mum and I took off for the beach twice last week, and both days were perfect. We sat and read and walked and read and sat and walked and read some more. I have never thought of myself as a beach girl, but I think the right pink bathing suit and more importantly, a steady peace of mind, has helped to change that this summer.

For the restless, it makes sense that sitting on the beach for an afternoon could trigger that edgy caginess. Salty hair and Love in the Time of Cholera replaced those natural merry-go-round concerns we have by way of being human; Pema Chödrön has certainly had a hand in this shift. 

One of the things I've learned recently is the power of being a "yes" -- a yes to life and all the irritations, fears, and upsets that come with it. Rather than resist these feelings, these experiences, there is a magic that happens when you lean in wholeheartedly. The eye of needle is a precious place to be. Go there. There are miracles on the other side. 

 

My grandmother and I pulled this vintage Oscar de le Renta scarf out of her bureau drawer, and she was so thrilled to give it to me. It's a top, a belt, and the best way to tame a wild mane at the beach. When Grammie saw this picture, she gasped and said, "you look just like your mother, oh my gawd!"

My grandmother and I pulled this vintage Oscar de le Renta scarf out of her bureau drawer, and she was so thrilled to give it to me. It's a top, a belt, and the best way to tame a wild mane at the beach. When Grammie saw this picture, she gasped and said, "you look just like your mother, oh my gawd!"