salt burn my eyes and stings my lips. sand finds its way into ever crevice. spf 50 runs down my cheeks. my curls are tangled in the seaweed and my sun-kissed shoulders radiate heat – i couldn’t be happier!
when the tide washes in, i accept it’s invitation and enter. the waves hug me and push me away. undercurrent footsie and a sea floor paved with dead crustaceans.
ocean water heals. ocean water unites.
my parents have been hauling us kids around the world since birth. they became parents in their mid-thirties and prior had traveled extensively, i admire that three kids later they were still ready for adventure…i hope to be the same in my parenting style.
the microchip of wander lust was instilled under my skin and is my eternal honing device. at six months old , i was learning to walk on the black sand beaches of hawaii.
our kitchen table was an adventure. our forks were chopsticks and tortillas. dinner was anything from kimchee to tacos. spicy pho. cornbread and collard greens. my school lunches were filled with cucumber crustless sandwiches and waldorf salad. in one bite i was sitting at a proper british tea or in the jungles of belize. our international refrigerator was the catalyst for continued searching, learning and exploring.
most families were at disney, we were on a plane to the british isles…to bath in the sea and eat the fish caught that morning. travel was not an activity. travel was life. the more we traveled the more we lived. my parents taught us the value of rural arkansas farmers and canadian fishermen. we learned that life was more than the mall, guess jeans and a new cassette tape.
international perspective has made me live with an open heart. the global community is what teaches me about myself. i plan my next vacation while on vacation. i could never see, feel, taste or consume enough. it is the cultures within the cultures that intice my spirit.
where do i want to go? where do i not?
long before steve jobs made us use the person pronoun in front of each and every inanimate object – i-reland did it.
ireland is more than lucky charms. ireland feels like a movie. i love when a location meets and exceeds your expectations. ireland is full of four leaf clovers, green everything and lots and lots of beer. all stereotypes were met. but, the nice pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is ireland’s ability to overcome the brits oppression and really rise to be a dominate world influence.
the literature, music and art of ireland is captivating and takes you on a journey. the appeal of ireland is that is is born of struggle. the common human fight for dignity and rights is transparent and alive. their unique approach to food and drink is hypnotic. literally, some of the best!
as with most locations, it is the people of ireland that can make you wish it was st. patrick’s day all day and everyday. traveling to ireland, i found, the luck of the irish isn’t luck…it is love.
love is a four letter work. it seems straight forward and simple. i like you. you like me. we love each other, right? wrong. love is messy, great, up and down. love can start and end a war. love will ‘lift you up where you belong’.
‘what’s love got to do with it’? everything. whether it is family, friend, romantic or principled – our love has to transcend self and be redefined. love is not a straight line. love does not exist where we perceive it to. love is organic. love can grow and die.
romantic love seems to be the most ellusive! how do you go from hand-shakes to hugs to kisses to l.o.v.e? love is always in the last place you looked, because once you find it…don’t keep looking!
ms. piggy and kermit are one of the strongest hollywood relationships. they don’t make sense on paper or pictures…but, it is real.
don’t bother with the world’s opinions of love. create and recreate your definition. use your ten fingers to hold on to this four letter word.
all over social media, i see the abuse of the precious ellipsis. these wonderful little short-cuts and back roads of speech are fun and add speed and quirkiness to communication. we need the ‘yada yada yada’ in written form.
by allowing us to skip a few details, ellipsis protected our privacy!
do you … (dot dot dot)? if asked, did you eat breakfast? do you answer, “yes, i ate breakfast” or do you reply “yes”? did you omit the implied part of the question? congratulations, you are using an ellipsis.
ellipsis can come in many forms. gapping, comparative deletion, answer ellipsis – anytime words are omitted in conversation we are utilizing my grammatical boyfriend!