You can't make this stuff up! Island life as captured by Anthropologie.

The Kiss

Drown in the ocean of ecstasy ......................

The Sweetest of Dreams.

Talk about a surprise! My beautiful husband planned this for months after seeing my post about this being my fantasy~ yep, award winning husband! It was a perfectly magical evening, filled with love, laughter, music, dance, rose champagne and pink sand...........dreams do come true. Extraordinary island life.

Still Reflections

~ Michel Brosseau

matte oils on raw linen

This really struck me.........how in the stillness we can see our reflection, the clarity in/of the stillness, the peace and calm in/of the stillness, the light in/of the reflection. Time to be a little more in/of that stillness to better see myself.

The last full moon of winter, marking the impending and abundant spring.......basking in the fullness of her cool light, on a bed of pink sand, under a blanket of stars. Roaring, swirling goddess energy within, echoed by the ocean without. Vast breaths like rolling waves. Purged. Strewn. From form to formless. Sanctified.

Rainy Days and Mondays...........

O.k, so maybe it wasn't terribly overcast if you look at this photo, however, my youngest had a tummy bug and was unable to go to school - cue the dark clouds, thunder, lightening and rain tears! - especially as they were starting this week's letter, which was U "and that's in my name mummy" she sobbed. Magical teachers at our amazing school brought the Uppy Umbrella song to us - right outside the gate, so that r U by would not miss out ( it's pretty handy to live 66 steps away from your school )............Did I mention how much I love where I live?!

Low Tide

When the tide is out, stop swimming.

The same actions that propel you when you’re in the Flow can dig a hole on dry land.

Seasons and cycles determine environment and context.

Actions require context to be effective.

Timing can be everything; and Time is outside your control.

If you’re not sure what to do right Now, then maybe Now is not the right time.

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