Life's a Beach

Sometimes one just needs to stop and smell the roses. Today this one stopped dropped and rolled! I drove my tired ass to the beach, opened up the window, stuck my feet up, put on some Ray LaMontague (thanks Mel) and watched the waves crash and the seagulls fly. After goin' goin' goin' for days and days I just needed a rest.

For me resting is "not thinking". The beach is my meditation garden. Watching the ocean and the grass swaying in the wind is so peaceful to me. I decided tonight I will not be painting. I'm gonna plop on the couch and watch the Lakers kick the Celtics asses and drink some Amstels. The house ain't goin' anywhere. Plus I need to support my people. The Lakers cant win if I'm not paying close attention. :-) GO LAKERS!