The Lands of Breeze and Ahhh

One of the benefits of working at an holistic center is the abundance of psychics who love to barter. And because the shamanic thing is unique to this area, I've racked up a lot of brownie points the past few months. And so, with the funk I've been in the past couple of weeks, I've been cashing in some chips, in a vast swath, just to see what sort of correlates came up as the sample size increased.

And I could turn this post into all the interesting things I heard, or I could it let it be about what it really is: a vacation. Because that is one of the things they all said: Kate, a job is coming in the next few weeks, you need to trust it and let it go, because mostly what you need is a vacation from the bullshit in your head. And it took four or five of them explaining it in various ways for me to understand, but finally I got it, and so slowly, over the past few days, I've been winding down.

Lessening up on my Twitter obsession. Not spending too much time working on the novel til the editor gives her feedback. Continuing to jobhunt, but ceasing with the rampant applying for jobs I'm not qualified for just for the sake of creating motion. Creating and marketing my upcoming classes, but stopping with the banging of my head that sign up isn't brisk. Relaxing the twitchy eye that oversees my seemingly arid financial landscape. But especially, oh especially, letting go of the haranguing drumbeat in my head to Do, Always Do Something and the Stay In Motion, even if I am reclining in my recliner, at least have a Meaningful Book in my hands (Dostoevsky, anyone? How about The Midnight Disease - a neurologist's take on obsessive writing?). But it hasn't been enough. To be here in this office means that I need to be working. Doing something. And I knew what was needed was a change of scenery.

And so I've been going to the beach. Not the popular, hip Wrightsville Beach, but the fabulous, largely deserted redneck haven of Kure Beach. And it's been so quiet, so lovely.

A beach chair. A towel. A stack of books from the library, today's selection The Lady Chablis' autobiography: Hiding My Candy. A bucket sized vat of iced tea from Chik-fil-a. The sea, the gently crashing waves, the gulls and pelicans, the sand pipers and fiddlers. And the sun. Oh, the glorious sun.

The folks that I worked on that skin cancer prevention initiative with would be having a cow if they could see me. I am wearing some sun screen. But not too much. Because really, I just want the sun to bake into me, fill me with her warm, lemony goodness. Crisp me up a little from the pasty white of too much indoors. Golden up my legs to gorgeously brown instead of Casper glow sticks. And she has. She does. The past few days that's exactly the scenario. And did you know that sea air, breathed deeply into the lungs over a three hour span will cause every single cell in a body to sing arias of Yes and simultaneously exhale with luscious sonorous sighs of Ahhh?

And you know I'm going back tomorrow. Oh yes I am . . . :)

Comments

[lindsay lynx]

Sooo glad to hear you've hit the beach. Nice move! Your lookin so pretty, just so pretty .. golden sunkissed legs n all ;-)
Now how to stop living it vicariously through you and get my sorry ass out in the wondrous andalucian sun shine?! x

[Mouse]

The time to Simply Be...
I adore the sea and if/when it stops raining I will be there
There is a beachbum lurking deep inside us all!

[Kimberly Elia]

Ahhhh....summer. I think i'll take that cue and head to the beach this weekend...

[Miss Rachel]

Oh gosh, I'm so envious. I too love the beach and the one you describe sounds heavenly. I'm glad you're enjoying it as it should be. :-)

[bellamagic]

Oooh, I can relate to the Must Do Something urge. Glad to read that you're moving past it into some serious relaxation.

[Denise]

The beach has long been my medicine for what ails me. It's free so it's affordable, it doesn't leave you feeling groggy, it's always in stock, and it doesn't matter what size you are, or your age, or your origin because it works for everyone no matter...if you know how to take advantage of its medicinal qualities. It sounds as if you have figured out how to open the non-child-proof bottle and have started to heal. Go back. Go back often. The vitamin D is good for you anyway so go crazy! Love the new pic!

[Kris]

Oh, sooooo so jealous, in a good way. Soak it up, Kate. There is nothing quite like the combination of the sun, the beach, and the ocean.

[Will]

Look at you in your pic on the beach. The writing about it is good, but the cap is seeing the pic of you in your shades with the sea wind blowing your hair a bit inland.

Soak it up for us, Kate, the land locked.

[kate]

. . . i wish i could take you all with me . . . wouldn't that be lovely? will, you bring the music mix, mousie, you bring the ricard, and everyone else: bring snacks and paperbacks :)

[shell]

i've just found your site today .. thank you for being so raw, honest and generally lightful!

now i need to *swoon at how you describe the beach ...