An awakening of sorts.

Life has been a crazy mess lately, and I just needed a few moments to stop and breathe. A few anxiety attacks and a trip to the ER  (nothing serious! ) made me realize that stress isn't going to make work any easier!  

Thankfully, a mini weekend getaway with my favorite girls was just what my  heart and soul needed. Newport, Rhode Island was a beautiful scenic adventure filled with lots of giggles, and the sun-kissed water brought upon an awakening of sorts.

Queue segue. The ocean always reminds me of Kate Chopin and my favorite novel of hers, THE AWAKENING. 

So when I stood there on Sunday staring out from the cliff walk to the sailboats out on the horizon, all I could think about was how small I was in comparison to the world, and although my dreams may seem larger than life to my heart, in the grand scheme of things, my dream is just a drop in the ocean, along with the rest of the world's.

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her. This may seem like a ponderous weight of wisdom to descend upon the soul of a young woman of twenty-eight—perhaps more wisdom than the Holy Ghost is usually pleased to vouchsafe to any woman. 
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult! 
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. 
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

My ode to Edna, and Kate: