Thursday, June 15, 2017


That equation is based on Einstein's Theory of Relativity.
These mermaid sisters remind of this theory.  My energy is relative to where and who I am with.

At the beach I feel and act like a totally different woman.  I have more energy, I move around with greater ease, and life is better.  I know a big part of it is being on vacation, when I can just drop the drama of day to day life and relax. 
When I looked at this card it also reminded me of children at play.  Who has not thought 'I wish I could bottle some of the energy those children have, and use it for my own.'  I think some of that youthful energy is the fact that children are not yet bogged down of all the drama of day to day life.  Given that, this meditation card reminds to set sometime aside for play time; to disengage of the drama for a bit and connect with my inner child.
And going to the beach is always a plus.


  1. I do think the environment we're in and the people around us greatly influence our energy level. Hope you get back to the water soon!

  2. You and Bev both adress the need for play today or at least for getting out of our mind. I think doing something often gives you more energy than it takes. Just like yesterday evening when I was helping M in the Garden. I felt so energized when we were done.

  3. Sand and sea is the first thing I think of when I need sanctuary.

  4. Sea-fever

    I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

    I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

    I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.”
    ― John Masefield,