Not right now, but it was for some time, and it was amazing. I believe all of the things they say about being by the sea being a healthier place to be, what with negative ions and all. We were blessed to be able to have the time here that we did, and my creativity was fed like some sort of undersea volcano. Consequently, it has been harder than usual to make the transition back to the cold, brown, overcrowded daily world. And so I draw again upon the strength of gratitudes, and allow myself today. A day following a night in which I woke several times listening for the crash of the waves against the limestone rocks beneath our room, and waiting for the sun to rise from the sea.

Travel broadens the horizons before your eyes and the horizons that live within you. It changes us in ways we cannot quite put our collective finger on. We return with colorful memories, deeper intimacy, renewed peace, revived goals, and fresh determination. The hard part is holding onto those gifts we gain from travelling once we return home.

Our Beach

Cozumel, Mexico.

Quote of the day: “By hook or by crook, I hope that you will possess yourselves of money enough to travel and to idle, to contemplate the future or the past of the world, to dream over books and loiter at street corners and let the line of thought dip deep into the stream.” — Virginia Woolf

Daily gratitudes:
Two yellow crocuses in bloom
A lovely drive yesterday
Hot baths to soak away the blues
Doctor Zhivago, one of my Mother’s favorite movies
A snuggly cat happy to have me home