Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on ocean.
It's the sound.
The one that surrounds me and whispers that calm is here.
It's the smell.
The one that tells me the sand is now under my feet, the lotion has been applied, the time to relax is now.
It's the laughter.
The one that spills out of my kids, the happy childhood coming to life.
It's the people.
The framily we are with, the souls that are healed.
It's the warmth.
The one that comes from the sun, the one that makes the cold and shivers disappear.
It's the time.
The one that finally moves slowly, lists be damned.
It's the traditions.
The ones that mean everything to my little faces because this part of parenting, I did right.
It's the tired.
The one that comes from a day of laughter and games and kids and doggies and the beach.
It's the right kind of tired.
It's the right state of mind.
It's the right people in my life.
It's the right connections.
It's the right reminders.
It's the right atmosphere.
It's the right surroundings.
It's the right feelings.
It's the way my life should go but somehow I make it too complicated.
It's the way I should feel most of the time and in my year of different, I am trying
and trying is good too.
I know how different things need to be.
I know how much I make things too hard and I am trying.
Trying to live my life with reminders of small.
Trying to live my life with reminders of good.
Trying to live my life with reminders of joy, pure joy.
Trying to live my life with reminders of beauty.
Trying to live my life standing where I am, not where I was, not where I should be.
It's the mood.
The one that transcends me into a happy mom again.
It's the vibe.
The one that feels freeing, less constricting.
It's the food.
The meals that mean more than fuel.
It's just the ocean but to this little family of mine, it's everything.