As our ocean trip approached, I was keeping an eye on the weather. I ultimately had to release my ocean adventuring to later into the year due to what would become Tropical Storm Alberto the exact days we were to be on the beach. I was disappointed, but after sitting with that and feeling like a toddler who wanted to throw a wild water tantrum of my own, I regrouped and created another adventure pathway. While it wasn't quite what we originally anticipated, it was oh!so!lovely!
Murals of faces full of strength and blooms that swallowed buildings. Bookstores with book covers and words that echoed the sometimes-known world while creating new ones, a large wooden owl at the door for greeting, a Mary Oliver quote that reminded, It is a serious thing just o be alive. A dreamy pool and hot tub, for dancing and laughing and soaking, with nobody around except goats climbing trees and horses grazing through fields of wildflowers. A Texas state park with big skies, lush vegetation, endless stone stairs, river that flowed and flowed, lizards who were cautious and ones who were curious. Little towns, armadillo sculpture, cold drinks, quirks imbedded into the walls and spirit. Twilight paths with itty bitty toads, a family of deer, owls that called and guided. Cold streams with small waterfalls to lie down in, merging and existing in a space of flow and light. Museum, zoo, and giggles, podcasts and music, conversation and stillness, miles and miles. Plenty of kisses. Plenty of moments that felt soulfully like Yes.
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