a girl in the world

finding beauty, pleasure and grace on the road less traveled

The value of beach days

I’m not a beach girl. I don’t worship the sun. I don’t bronze myself in coconut oil and sip cocktails on beach chairs. I usually have a two or three hour tolerance limit for beaching. But this trip to Miami was different. Armed with a loaded Kindle, a sun hat and humid heat, our three beach days turned out to be heaven. The reading, cloud watching, regular sea soaks and occasional summer downpours turned me into a believer.

I get it now. Beach days connect us with our bodies and minds and what it means to exist in the absence of email and cell phones and offices and due dates.

Found: The meaning of life

I found the meaning of life on the back of someone’s shirt at a dive bar in Key West. Amen. Thankful for travel wisdom, even if it comes wrapped in booze and cabaret music.

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Breathing slow and simple

An impromptu picnic in the park.

We went for an impromptu picnic dinner last week. It was 30 degrees celsius and sunny at 7pm after I got home from work. We grabbed fruits, drinks and snacks at the local Whole Foods, unfolded blankets and set up camp at the far end of a baseball pitch. We munched carrots while I tried to explain the rules of baseball to my non-American hubby. It was the first time in weeks that I walked out of the house in shorts and flip flops. The heat, the sun, the slow cool breeze, the grass between my toes. It was a 10/10 day in my books.

Hi, I'm Denise. I'm a writer, artist and photographer. This is where I share what I'm seeing, learning and making.
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