We all have one. Some of us have a few. A small, private little space we like to claim only for ourselves. Our own personal retreat…for several hours or just for a few golden, solitary seconds. For my friend, Angela, over at Button Bird Designs it’s her craft room…possibly her garage if she’s working. I have a few for myself: my car when I’m driving alone along a country road with the windows down. fast. I used to have a favorite downtown boutique that I’d visit whenever I needed creative resuscitation. The backyard at my parent’s house out at the lake is one of the most peaceful places on Earth……until I remember that Big Foot could come walking out of the woods at any minute and I begin to have an anxiety attack.
But my absolute most PERFECT place in the entire world is a place I’ll probably
only ever get to experience in pictures and movies. I’ve known this since I was a child. I’ve longed to be in this spot as early as I can remember. It’s the inside of a tube. Not just any tube, mind you. THIS tube:
only ever get to experience in pictures and movies. I’ve known this since I was a child. I’ve longed to be in this spot as early as I can remember. It’s the inside of a tube. Not just any tube, mind you. THIS tube:
Can you even imagine? What it must feel like to be wrapped up in all that power and energy. Like a hug from God, Himself. This. is. perfection. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself on my surfboard, enveloped by the beauty and peace of the wave…and all is right with the world. I’ve always felt this incredibly strong pull toward the ocean. I can’t live without it. And so I live in the cage foothills of the Appalachian Mountains with a restless soul...until that precious moment comes each summer...when my toes are covered with sand & salt water…waves lapping over my feet welcoming me home. We are meant to be together, the sea and me. I should move to Hawaii.
