vacation at the ocean

Grandma gave us a week at the beach house in mystic. Stonington, really. It was a wonderful week. After 2 months of rain in NJ, the sun came out our first morning there and stayed out almost the entire time.

Mike and I had a great week. We got to see the family and have some fun alone together. It was a very peaceful week. I didn't even have to meditate, because it is just automatically happening when you are there.




It is amazing how the cottage feels after all of these years. The smells of the flowers as you walk up the beach path hill, the sound of the screen door in the front and the fog horn. The feel of the funny grass in between the rocks in the driveway, how that grass feels on my barefoot. The feel of closing the outside shower door and the sound of the water echoing in there. I have been going there since I was born. And some things are exactly the same. There is no other place like it when you wake up in the morning and see the ocean all around. And to go outside early with a mug of tea and just sit out there, seriously nothing like it. There is no other place like it.