Sunshine does the soul good
I grew up inland from Malibu so it’s not surprising that I am addicted to the sun. For the past 15 years, I’ve lived in Ohio where the sun makes few appearances between December and the end of February. That’s a long slog for a sun worshiper like me!
This week I’m reconnecting with my parents, siblings, aunt, and a few close friends in Los Angeles. My mom turned 75 years old and my sister, brother, and I took her to a B&B and the Getty Museum. Lots of fun! (Click on the links for photos.)
Fortunately for me, So Cal is having unseasonably warm weather and blue skies. Meanwhile back home, Ohio has inches upon inches of snow.
I am doing my best to keep up with email this week, but if you don’t hear from me as quickly as you are used to, resend. I will try to get back to you ASAP.
There’s a metaphor in here somewhere about finding your happy place in the middle of winter; of keeping connections to your roots; of standing still in the sun soaking it up against the longer bleak days of snow and gray. But I won’t clock you over the head with it. (Maybe I just did.)
Mostly this was a serendipitous trip to family (love), the beach (ahhh!), and my favorite city: Los Angeles.
I’m noticing that our retreat is continuing to pull in registrations. Woo hoo! I’m so looking forward to it. I hope you find a way to join me.
More homeschool support to come; once the sun clears the fuzzies in my head.
Cross-posted on facebook.