observed: while setting up for a little party down by the beach in Laguna, I arrived early to claim our spot for the day, clean up a little, balloons, tablecloths, chairs, and all that jazz. When I arrived a homeless man nearby was clearly waking himself up with some morning drawing and taking in the ocean vistas.
Everywhere. Always home.
Where is your sweet spot, your happy place, the place you always feel at home? Mine is a little dock on a lake in New Hampshire. I feel a deep sense of peace and stillness whenever I’m there. I can’t be there all the time, so I told myself I wanted to take a sense of it with me wherever I go.