Sand Castles. Beach Dreams. High Hopes. No matter what you call them, we all got them. Staring across the horizon, designing a better version of yourself, for yourself. In the quiet stolen fleeting minutes who doesn’t dare something better? There are days when those fantasies feel exactly as far fetched as the word implies. Just a million miles away. Other times, against the odds, even on shifting sand, quite credible. Perhaps as a world watching the heroic the daring the daunting and dangerous Olympic feats we all allow our dream to grow a bit bigger. Shout our aspirations out there. Come what may.
Tag Archives: Beach
Little Guy Lessons
Despite being born in a coastal state our little grandson found the sound of surf hitting the shore line terrifying. We spend months trying to coax him out of the car to walk across the parking lot and see the sea from afar, all to no avail. But eventually, as luck would have it, he held our hands and braved the roaring din to stand along side of us, feet in the sand, hesitant and uncertain, but there. I too have felt overwhelmed causing much self-doubt and uncertainty, even fear, not emotions I had much need for until we moved away from just about everything that made me me. But watching our little guy finally get up the guts to yell back at the formidable Pacific I thought, he’s on to something here. Time to land in this here and now and let go of fears. Time to yell back too.
the aging face
If you are cognizant of even a sliver of the media spinning-wheel directing our attention and you are female, you are probably fixated on aging, especially the visible changes on your face. Sadly, this attitude can happen even if you are only a teen, but most definitely can define how you value your worth once you reach an ‘advanced age’. This is not a male issue as evident along the packed shelves in every drugstore and grocery store or at the core of the countless ads directed at women, to conceal, enhance, even to defy how you actually look. Women are being forced to relinquish control of their autonomy thanks to a stacked repressive Supreme Court and equally hoodwinked into believing that while men grow more distinguished with age, women just get old. Our society tells us that men are not able to control themselves if an attractive woman in her twenties wears a pencil skirt but by fifty women should be quietly buttoning up all desires and most definitely putting on a new face.


