No, this isn't a self-help blurb. Maybe it is about taking care of one's self, with the same dedication, attention to detail, and love, that many put into their children, other's children, pets, even obsessing on all of the the things we "do," making the world right, etc., etc., etc. Making a list of "2 do 4 me!"
Ooohhh. Today I received a massage. My body/mind/spirit says a huge "Thaaaaannnkkk yoooooooou." My mind is wondering, "Why; why Honey, do you wait so long?" I cannot even imagine an answer to that one. Guess it just takes a while to get into the swing of taking care of one's self. Perhaps I have administered a thousand or two massages in a 21+ year career? Being too lazy, or incapable, at this point to do the math, it is a curious thing to plot my own self-care. I totally respect my clients: Many have come for their massage, weekly/monthly, and have done this for themselves, for much of the 21+ years, honoring a commitment to their well-being. They inspire me.
These photos were taken last week on my 'Artist's Date.' The sky kept low, splashing me now and again with spatters of rain. The surf was rolling and breaking with long, whispered booms. I love spending this kind of time with myself, walking along a bluff, breathing the saturated air, listening to sounds indigenous to the edge of the Continent. I like how the colors enter my senses, on a day like this which appears gray. I experience viscerally. The colors are subtle, enter my world as the smell of Bodega Bay at low tide; creosote, salty, fishy, Brown Pelican-y.
- Put feet up.
- Pull in chin.
- Fluff feathers.
- Poop.
- Stare at the horizon.
