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As a practice, my preference is to only post images in black & white, but for this, I have to make an exception. This is the view from the cabana by the sea, if you look closely you can see surfers dotting the swirl, in which I spent some time earlier this year, in contemplation as the masseuse worked his magic.

Why am I posting about this now? Good question, I don’t know. The last few months have been a cacophony of noise. Or rather, that’s what it’s felt like. A constant buzzing of demands in every aspect of our lives. Enough so it’s almost impossible to focus on one thing at any given time. Granted, much of it is related to having a child that’s about to graduate from high school and all of the work and preparation that comes with that, along with, the ongoing work to apply to colleges and then hurry up and wait. Hoping you’ve been at least smart enough to do some financial planning when it comes to their secondary education. And of course, there’s our work, as a couple and individuals. Couples counseling, marriage counseling-whatever you call it is hard work. Especially when it’s a good session, it’s brutally hard. As it should be. But it’s also emotionally and mentally draining. I’m not one to back away from work. Ever. But lately, I need a break. Just time to breathe and take in the day. And so, I look at this picture and hear the surfers encouraging one another, as the surf breaks just outside the cabana window. And I breathe deeply. Forging ahead…