The sky's the limit
The sky's the limit Do you ever just lift your eyes to the sky to snag a glimpse of the never ending beauty in the fluffiest clouds or even the anger of storm clouds lingering overhead? It is mesmerizing on so many levels. Escaping the bustle of the city with its anonymity and coldness has been our plan for such a very long while, most likely before we even realized that it was our destiny. As life’s journey leads us on the twists and turns of each phase, we gather knowledge, dreams, desires that in the farthest reaches of my mind were cultivating the need for peace, love and harmony. Not to appear too cliche for me and mine, we both traveled many miles and survived personal struggles so when destiny brought our broken wandering souls together it was meant to be. Fueled by the elements of coastal life and our love of nature lead us to this place we now call home.
It's not just us
It’s not just us In the aftermath of BETA, our little Village has been devistated by the debris and damage brought on by the storm surge. Some homes that once stood majestically facing the Gulf are now in shambles with exposed wiring, plumbing and the like not to mention the destruction to their living space, decks, concrete pads, missing stairs and damaged pilings rendering them unsafe. Despolating changes affecting the beach itself as the dunes once proudly protecting our homes have been turned into ruins and in most cases washed away with back to back blasts from Mother Nature this year. Awe 2020 the year from a hot place! We will not soon forget the year that brought our lives to a halt and now depredation to our quaint little village.
Fueled by the sea
As simple as the smile on your face. Each day I am blessed with the opportunity to walk along the beach of Surfside Texas. Up until a year ago I had not heard of this bit of heaven that I am blessed to now call home. As my incredible man and I take our daily walk accompanied by our furry sidekick, we share our thoughts and observations along the way. There are those days we find ourselves turning the observations into insanity with new words and diagnosis for the behavior of others. (an entirely different narrative to be addressed at a later date) No matter the day, the time, the people around, there is always the same common thread that curls your mouth and fuels your soul...the waves of the gulf.
Enough is Enough
Enough is Enough When is enough, enough? How many times did your parent(s) say this to you? I doubt that I can count the number of times I’ve said those words to my sons when they were younger. Awe yes we do indeed turn into our parents eventually. (an entire new topic to approach)
Just an Observation
Just an observation: Recently a comment was made that really got me thinking about people, our society, and basically double standards among my own gender. During this time of race issues and violence that in so many instances are only related to the color of the victim’s skin, it is hard for me to wrap my head around critique of another woman’s professionalism, education, or skill set based on her appearance. Appearances in many cultures even within our own state, neighboring state, and/or country skew the norm for some very close minded individuals. From the psychological angle, the take is an outcry or expression of the aggressor’s own insecurity coupled with possible narcissistic idealization of one’s own superiority or “higher class” / status.
An old soul
Old Soul The fluid sounds of the piano as it soothes the pain of the day; The fire that flows from the fingertips of the prodigy.