Running with Seashells, Loving Family

Good morning from Thailand. I begin with a barefoot run down the beach, yoga poses getting me covered in sand, seashells stuffed into my sports bra, little crabs scurrying into their holes, sun getting hotter by the minute. It’s been a long time since I ran. I love it. Only on sand now for the safety of my joints. Another reason why I feel called to live on the beach… my legs get to run free through the wind, open stride and wild once again, youth awakens again!

What are we trying to create here?

What experience am I missing out on?

Create a creative solution.

Limit yourself to move forward better.

Running on the beach collecting seashells, paper gun and soft colors. Shells I’ve never seen before; spirals, shining, shimmering, swirling shells. I washed the sand off in the sink. It’s still there. Won’t go down the drain and back to the sea. I’m excited to place the shells beside my canvas as I paint and see how they inspire the artwork I create in Thailand. They remind me of grandma.

Oh my family; what a journey to learn love and acceptance, to learn love from great distance knowing the distance can be crossed in a heartbeat and even faster if I screamed “Help!”, if I spoke my loneliness aloud, if I simply asked. The distance may cover the oceans of water and sand, the long walk down the hallway, the drive across the valley, the reach for the phone. The distance my voice travels through the air to deliver the words “I love you” to the ear I love and the distance those words travel from the ears to the heart to know it’s true, true love from any distance.

Long walks to find With-Fi and vegetables. Everywhere looks the same. The tourist part of town is insane energy, like any party spot on a beach; hectic.

I walk and walk back up the beach, up the quiet row of palm trees towards the singing birds and slip through the empty halls of the mirrored palace, smiling gently if I pass a human though I’ll likely go through to my room completely unseen. Back to the balcony to play with paint and wash sand off my body in a shower whose water hasn’t run hot yet. It takes me time to learn how to turn water hot, flush toilets, dispose of tissues and switch on/off the lights. Everything has a hidden touch here.

Love & Rainbows,

Cha Wilde