As I walk across the dune grass, I can hear the wet surf just over the ridge. The wind carries the salty smell of the beach onto my clothes, in my hair, across my skin and I am refreshed. I take a deep breath. And another. And again and again. Restored. Renewed. Calm. Filled to the brim with fresh air from the ocean. And my soul fully watered.
Tomorrow I paint. Before anything else. I paint!
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Along with your "soul sipping." I went to see Deborah De Witt in she and her husband's Documentary about restoring the wetlands in Tigard next to Cook Park. I highly recommend it - in fact, it sold out and they had to have a second seating. Ready to Paint!
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