sun on my face, salt in my hair

i dipped my toes in my girlfriends everyday…and decided i wanted to jump…

flip-flops, gecko hunting in the bright yellow of the day and frog hunting under the thick fragrant black of night.  turtle spotting in the creek behind her house whilst sipping bold, rich and piping hot coffee. visiting the tide-pools after school and feasting on fish tacos, bok-choy salad and pineapple, mint ice tea. this is a life i could live.

1970s pool days–every day

the house

sneaky  gecko hunting…

a surfer in the making…the hair proves it…

tossing 9-5–and embracing talent and the artist within

bathing suits from dawn til dusk.

and best of all..time..awesome, amazing, absolute time with my 4300km apart friend...

as the week comes to a close i will follow the sage advice of my rainy day Vancouver pal who also has a love affair with hawaii.

“always have a little sand between your toes and salt in your hair.”

it’s something to tuck in your pocket no matter the day. the ‘times’ we make, remember, and hold close to our heart are the moments, and the seconds that weave the tapestry of a good life.



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About ithinkinwords

i love common sense and innovation. the trails, mountains and oceans are magic. i run a little, have recently taken up mountain biking and find bliss in yoga. getting outside everyday and moving is a must! sometimes when i am driving i look into the rearview and think how did i get here? -- last time i looked i was 17 and crossing my fingers my VW had enough gas. well it got me here.

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