We had our first beach trip of the year. (I was pretty much withering after not having had a dose since October). We were gone for an entire week--no computer, no internet, just consistent sunshine and tans and amazing food.
I finished seven books. BLISS.
"All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean,
and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the sea—whether it is to sail or to watch it—we are going back
from whence we came."
-John F. Kennedy
We went to the same weird, cute little house that we went to almost exactly a year ago. I had memories of reading school books typing up the rough draft of my graduation speech.
I wish I hadn't remembered how awesome pudding was. The addiction got really out of hand.
Me, my sunburn, and my pudding.
I've been trying to read Augustine's Confessions for a super long time, mostly as a deep-book-that-I-actually-got-through-and-therefore-feel-empowered, but then I finally started reading it and BAM--it's amazing! It's glorious how something from so, so long ago is so eerily relevant and applicable.
This is my elephant rock. ♥
Of course there was a daisy laying on the beach. (?)
Major creeper-fish. I guess it was dead, but one can't be sure.
And then I came home to sun and green and my computer and my cork board and everyday life, which is tougher than reading for hours, but is also very, very good.