Day 1:
Sitting cross-legged watching the waves roll toward me, I thought to myself how good it was to be out of the house as I tried to get comfortable. It had been a while since I’d felt like going anywhere I didn’t need to.

Note to self; I must add more to my need to list: meditation, exercise, socialise, living life.

I find it hard to quiet my overactive mind, I always have. Grief is not the cause. I lack focus and have a whispy attention span, the impact of grief doesn’t help matters all the same.

Sitting on the pebbly sand made me feel like the Princess in The Princess and the Pea. I couldn’t get comfortable. Unsure if that was a good thing – awareness and being in touch with my body, or a bad thing – distracted and unable to shut the chatter up, I took a couple of deep breaths and called on the Reiki symbols I’d abandoned in more recent times.

At last, I felt a sense of calm creep over me. Unable to resist the incredible view before me, I let my eyes rest upon the blue, green and white of the crashing waves and clear sky. I told myself to breathe. OK, this could be working, I thought. I know, I know, I shouldn’t have been thinking.

And then it came to me, in my own clear, inner voice; “get up and go home.”
My quiet mind snapped back into chatter gear and after what seemed like a couple of long minutes I threw my hands in the air and yelled into the wind – “your f@@king kidding me!”

You have a lot to answer for Elizabeth Gilbert.

Bring on Day 2

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