So, this is what happens after a fantastic few nights of sleep, some delectable coffee, a few moments with my travel journal, and a morning walk surrounded by some coconut trees.
The fun part of my brain got some of the dust off, I could think again, and easily filled up a few pages. Yay.
Nature and sleep. It heals.
In case you can’t read them, here you go. (I’m learning not to apologize for my messy penmanship, and to embrace it. But still…I know it’s hard to read.)
Plants can’t grow without sunshine, and neither can I.
Heaven seems to show up on Earth in the hardest-to-get-to spots
Sometimes the first step to getting back to feeling like myself is a sunburn.
Gotta love how the sound of rain drowns out the overthinking in my mind.
Hello Ocean, my dear friend. Thanks for sending us fun waves to ride again and again.
More poems and journal scribbles aqui // My book, Sunny Thoughts For Salty Souls. (and here’s a google search of a bunch of stores that carry it, too.)