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So we turned away from our beloved studio, our bursting garden, and our over-ambitious to-do lists and instead packed up a picnic complete with a favorite striped blanket and two floppy sun hats. After a few hours of beach-combing, blanket-lounging, and magazine-browsing, we were energized enough for a round of cartwheels on the sand and a tiny bit of rock climbing complete with tanned shoulders and barely-there burns across our noses. The result was a little bit of levity. Thank goodness!
And so (exhale) a little bit of levity and sunlight were gained this weekend out by the seashore-- it simply reset me. Perhaps it was the baby seal that tumbled up onto the sand and then promptly scampered back out to the water again. Or maybe it was the wildflowers along the back roads, still holding on to their vibrant colors while the rest of the California hills have turned to summer's soft burned browns and yellows. Or better yet, maybe it was just the mermaids calling us to the ocean's edge.































