Do you hear the wind's caress and the palm leaves' whispered reply?
...And when the waves lap up to nudge you safely home, do you long to linger a few more minutes? Do you wait until the sun has taken it's final dip into the deep?
And this is my life for the moment- at least, my evenings. My days are quite the opposite, rising early, greeting contractors, gulping down coffee, and diving into -not the ocean- but the house by the ocean- with an, if not EXTREME per se, but long overdue, MAKEOVER.
Backing up.... Those who know me, are aware of my new status as 'empty-nester' and this might bring tears of joy to some, for me it's probably just tears. My life has been wrapped up in my kids for 22 years- homeschool, debate, ballet, food quests, trips, 1:00am philosophical discussions....joy... and as far as I know, it's NOT too late to get in on the betting pool of how many days before I crack from the lack of all of this! So what's a mom to do?
Right now I am thanking God for His wisdom, bringing me back to a regular practice of painting after my first son left for college. I stepped up my game and began exhibiting and growing my art business when my second son left for college. I thought that this would sustain me as my daughter now leaves, but ...this is quite different. Is it the inordinate amount of time spent together? Is it that we're like best girlfriends? Is it that my job title of homeschool mom is now defunct as I search for my new identity? Whatever the cause, I do know that painting # 1,246 tonight will not bring the solace that it once did.
So, again, if you know me, (and if you don't, ...hi! Let's be friends!) you probably guessed that I jumped rather blindly into a big project- all the way- no holds bar- and whatever other cliche for #overthetopnut you might want to add here.
Care to come along the ride to crazy with me, and perhaps catch a piece of the vision?
One of my MOST favorite spots in all the world is a little beach house in Corona del Mar. The house has been in the family since it was first built way back in the 1930's- and I've been in love with it as long as I can remember. (I'll write more about this in a later post- can't wait to share!)
For the next few years I have the opportunity to open it up as a business of sorts: Beach House Retreats. The plan is to host a variety of all inclusive art and writing retreats here on a semi-regular basis, and on the off time, rent out the space as a VRBO (vacation rental).
Imagine hanging out on the front porch, mug of French Pressed coffee in one hand, colored pencils in the other, gazing out at the sea and playing with shades of blue in a sketchbook.
How about setting up easels down on the sand and catching that perfect wave?
In the evenings we might be up on the rooftop deck, sipping wine and watching the lights of Balboa sparkle across the bay.
...All of this paired with sumptuous food, friendship and laughter, quiet moments, and delicious pampering.
My wish is to invite people into this home that I love so much, share with them my passion for art, create enduring relationships, and then leave them a bit more cared for, spoiled and loved.
Come along with me as I brave the messy renovations and everything else necessary to make this a reality. Watch as I post pictures of the work in progress. Pray as I delve through countless color swatches. Stay tuned to see how you can be a part of this dream.
For right now, the days are loud and crazy; the evenings are sheer bliss. I will embrace this new normal and step boldly into the quiet.