A Girl, A Book, A Beach. Reflecting on it all.
Well, I finally did it. I put my feet in the sand and read. I read my poetry book. My very own book, in my hand, on the beach! It was a moment I had been looking forward to for months. It signified something special for me, almost hard to define. I had early visions of moving to/ living on the beach when I first started writing. I love how being near the ocean makes me feel. For this trip, I envisioned reading my book and then writing some more poetry for my next book. I did write a few poems later, but on the morning I read my book on the beach I was overwhelmed. I was brought back to the emotions I was feeling when I wrote the poems. To what was happening in my life, both outer and inner. I sat there, reading through my poems, and I felt such gratitude for the opportunity to write, to put my work out there. I felt awe and a growing thankfulness for being able to reach others through my writing. What an amazing thing! So, while I don