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Beautiful…

Beautiful

The balmy dense air touched my skin through my clothes. Clouds moved in thick light puffs across the dark starred sky, blocking. The night lanterns placed here and there dripped with moisture, heat and dimmed the large glass encasings, which brought a kind of romantic hue to the solitary night.

My gaze… appreciating the pink in the martini glass that rested on the low wide wicker arm, watching the tiny bug circle and circle the clear glass, avoiding the condensation.

Mirroring the hushed light of the late night, my mind deep in thought. The days before… behind.

Under the glimmer of dark, I listened to a group of young men, the table over. It was interesting and not. Almost, I piped in to add to the conversation, and …no. Let me, be.

Earlier,

Hello boys!

“We followed you out here where it’s cooler.”

Yes, it was simply unbearable in there!

“Hahaaa.”

As I sat long reclining on the cushion-less chair, my seat sore from the long drive of the day, I listened and relaxed and enjoyed.

The deep male voices and my pink raspberry martini. Soaking in the night, with me.

A date with me. For a blissful first moment of time, I wasn’t missing something. For a blissful moment, my alone became… beautiful.

 

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Discovery in Reality

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The little square of paper tore as the Girl held it between her fingers.  She purposefully walked to the center garbage can to be closer, pulled out the tiny swipe of alcohol and began rubbing her fingers with it.

I love your skirt, the Lady had said.

Something had pulled at the Girl. She had seen it in the stranger’s demeanor, her expression. Somehow she knew.

The opening was made. Chitchat. The Girl smiled and the kindness in the Lady’s eyes held hers and she shared her heart.

She shared why she was there. At the gas station. The emotion, the sadness, the overwhelming longing and mystery of discovering Why and When and How and WHY. The Girl, was alone.

The Lady was alone. There was kindness. Content. No, peace.

Do you want to have dinner with me? The Girl asked.

Okay. I’ll follow you. The Lady weighted.

The Girl, not knowing the area, drove here and there searching for a place. All the while, the Lady stayed just behind her.

Thoughts came and went, doubts, scenarios, questions until finally, the Girl found a place in an old hotel that was perfect.

They entered together and kind music carried them to the corner table. The Singer was gentle and sweet and his acoustic guitar soothed the empty bar.

After the Girl unloaded her emotional tirade of self discovery and frustration, the Lady shared her life.

70’s. Alone. 4 sons, 9 grandchildren, top Special Ed teacher in the state. The Lady told stories of her experience as a teacher. Her job was one of the highest drop out jobs, and yet here she was in her 70’s still teaching.

Compassion, tenderness, love. These, she said, were what she gave her students success. The Lady worked with severely emotionally traumatized children and rehabilitated them to be able to attend schools and grow up to have a relatively normal life. How she got through to them was compassion and being able to see to the heart of the child.

She spoke of a tall and very large Boy who had Autism, and wouldn’t do anything. Everyone was afraid of the Boy who, she described as resembling the Pillsbury Dough boy, would scream and throw tantrums and not do anything but stand off to the side, alone.

One day she went over and poked him.

He said, Why did you poke me?

Because I wanted to. She replied.

This went on for days and weeks. It became a game and before long, the Lady and the Boy were dodging each other so much, they were jumping.

Look! We are Dancing! The Lady said.

The Boy with size 16 shoes laughed and began dancing with her.

I’m Dancing! I’m Dancing! I can Dance!! The Boy exclaimed.

After that, the Boy was happy to be at school, be part of the class. That love and compassion shown him, made all the difference.

The Lady impressed on the Girl, No matter what you do in life, make time for compassion and love, for it is the language we all understand.

The Girl and the Lady walked away as friends with a shared understanding of love for others and at the same time, love for themselves.

The Singer, watched the two ladies who knew each other a long time. His voice followed them out as he sang his closing song, California Dreamin’.

 

 


dream cinders

On the Beach

On the beach

A dress to burn

Loves dazed dream

Of heart sick spurned

The smoky light

Of a settling night

Murmurs of past

Cindering in Flight

Glorious day

Once larger than life

Lay in ash

Gentle facade of a wife

Labor of the day

Love of the night

The toil of hearts

Taking flight

Be gone, be gone

Days of strife

Seek the love

Of ones very life

And that moment

Of accepted grief

Dreams of always

Seek hearts relief

~ Lisa Lee

Healing Cinders


Muir in the Mist

It was sunny. I headed out, to spend some secluded time with my book and the sand.

I was anxious to smell the ocean, the salt and breeze, feel the sand on my skin. I brought my bikini, just in case.

Muir Beach, CA was my destination.

As I drove down the twisting HWY 1 to the coast, fog began blocking out the sun and my view. The air was turning from warm to chilly, and by the time I parked in the ‘lot full’ parking lot, I was thankful I had brought my short jean jacket.

I had chosen my clothing carefully. I wore a short teal lace beach dress, cute wedge sandals, and my bikini in which I scandalously changed into, in my car. (no one saw me!) It was not quite what I’d prefer to wear on a cold day at the beach.

Barefoot walk to the beach in the cold sand, carrying my favorite “use me over and over again” Kenneth Cole Reaction bag filled with towel, sarong, book, camera, water,… I was set.

Interesting people greeted me as I passed by. Fire smoke and bundled babies and doggies having a blast, it was perfect!

My happy spot selected, I sat to enjoy the sights, smells and strangers around me.  Groups of people camped around smoking fires, keeping warm in the sand. Activity and conversation surrounded me.  It was lovely, alone on the beach with my book and my thoughts.

When the wind turned the air from bearable to bone-chilling, I packed up with thoughts of wearing more appropriate beach clothing. On the path, I passed a camera crew going to take cool misty shots and a college group carrying heavy logs, with ‘great flames’ written on their faces.

It was tempting to stay and enjoy the night fun on Muir Beach, but my cold feet took me to my car and home. Next time…


The Cool Dude

The last few summers, white shades have caught my eye. I love it! I don’t see white too often but when I do… “Guy, you look HOT!”

With the new crazy shade styles out now, white is a great move!

I saw a cool dude today sporting what looked like a pair of  Spy Optic’s. Very Nice!

 

My Picks:

Spy Optic Quanta

If White is your style, then check out Clear!

Oakley Polarized Crankcase

 

Not every guy should wear white sunglasses. Fall in the age range of teens to 40’s and you can pull them off with hot style!

Tip: If your body looks like it has less muscle than fat, then stay away from wearing white. Choose shades of grey or black to look your cool.

 


Spring for Cool Feet this Summer

There are some nice selections out for spring and summer wear. Now that the West Coast heat wave is hitting early, I’m having fun sporting my sandals every day.

On a recent trip down the coast, I had the opportunity to view many who tread the path of cool California footwear.

The ones that got an immediate red flag… Crocs.

In very recent years, I have seen less and less of these brightly-colored clown shoes where I live. But they keep showing up!

Parents, C’mon! Have a little taste! Unlike the sizes suggest, in my opinion they are NOT for the entire family. At least not in public!

Save your dollars for a cooler pair of summer shoes.

I came across Amphibian shoes years ago and I still like them just the same! They are my first choice for beach, hiking, trips to Disneyland and the like.

Try this tasteful alternative that supports comfort, in any active setting.

My Picks:

Salomon Techamphibian 3

for him

The NorthFace Hedgefrog 2

for her


Romance on the Beach

 

 

 

 

 

Seascape, one of California’s more secluded beaches in Santa Cruz and is rated high on the list of romantic beaches for lovers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I took my family there.

 

 

We did not find lovers, however what we found we loved.

Dogs. Many, many dogs. Doggies in the surf, doggies running everywhere, doggies doing what they do best.

 

 

It was funny going to a beach where everyone had a dog. But we enjoyed it and it only added to the fun we were having.

The beach was clean and the presence of the Life Guard was a plus. The surf was rough deeper out, but the long stretch of shallow water was great for the kids.

There were fire pits here and there, permanently set for the night fun. We left when it got too cold for us, but next time we’ll plan to stay late to enjoy the fires.

 

 

 


Spring Beach Break

Tucked away, Bolinas Beach is a well-kept secret among California’s beach-goers. My family spent a week there during the Spring.

Bolinas itself is not just another beach town, this place is special. Nestled close to the long stretch of popular Stinson Beach and the beautiful views on Mount Tamalpais, Bolinas offers its own history. There you’ll find in the Bolinas Museum showcasing local history, art, and photography.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by a young sea-lion enjoying the sunshine.

We were soon acquainted with the local flavor. The friendly locals out for a beach stroll, the few surfers enjoying early morning waves, and a dog named Bill.

The small town atmosphere was what attracted me most about this place. It was a perfect locale to catch up on some relaxing and living. I would definitely take my family there again.


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